´óÏó´«Ã½

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Bill Ross of the ‘Action Desk — Sheffield’ Team on behalf of Rita Beresford,
and has been added to the site with the author’s permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
============================================

We three joined the W.A.A.F. (now the W.R.A.F.) in February, 1943, as vary naïve girls. We had ups and down, laughter and tears as many others did and I suppose it could be said that we, on the whole, had a good war. One great thing that came out of it was our firm friendship. We are still here for each other and we are very lucky to live near to each other. Many bonds of friendship made then are still tightly sealed.

In spite of the sadness and heartache, I consider I had a good war if that is an appropriate phrase. When I joined the W.A.A.F. in 1943, I couldn’t understand why my country needed me; five feet 2 inches, seven stones in weight, but, I still wore my uniform with pride and I did my bit. I also made genuine friendships and four of us are still here for each other at the tender ages of 82 year.

PR-BR

© Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.