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OCCUPATION RECOLLECTIONS. D. DAY (OR THERE ABOUTS); 6th. JUNE 1944.
Mum, Dad and I were sitting at the dinner table. I was picking at a lump of stodgy mashed potato while being told not to do so. I was more interested in the shape of the lump of margarine inside this food which stayed the same each time I sliced a piece off - a shape rather like a slice of bread.
Suddenly, there was a roaring noise from outside the house and Mum and Dad rushed to the window to open it. I was quickly picked up and held at the open window to be exhorted to look up into the sky. There, far above us in the clear blue dome of a summer's day was a most strange sight; there were formations of crosses filling the sky as myriad planes, made small by their great height, flew overhead from west to east and all this roar was accompanied by cheers and clapping as the neighbours too, looked out of their windows.
I did not know it then, but would later learn this was part of the D. Day landings and would quickly be followed by an eleven month siege when stodgy mashed potato with lumps of margarine would not have been so readily spurned

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