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My Grandma, Edith Brady (nee Angus), was called up in 1940. She went to Edinburgh for training, where she was subjected to all sorts of health checks and inoculations.
She was then posted to Oswestry where she was trained on predictors, spotting and plotting.
She was then posted to a Gun Site in Pendlebury, Manchester with the big AckAck Guns.
It is at this site that the following story happened.

It was very early one morning and Private Angus was on duty guarding entry to the site.
Along came the milkman to deliver the milk to the kitchens. However, he didn't have his pass!
Being the vigilant private that she was, she refused him entry and sent him on his way!
Well, you've never heard commotion like it, the Chef's were all up in arms, where on earth was the milk, breakfast needed to be served!!
Private Angus's name was MUD!
She was shunned and ridiculed for a good few hours.
The afternoon arrived and everyone was called to the marching ground for parade.
Once everyone had settled, the Captain called 'Private Angus to the stage' (she always was a frustrated performer!)and she made her way up, thinking 'Oh my God, I'm in for it now!'
The captain then proceeded to recall the event from earlier that morning, as her head hung low in embarrassment.
Then low and behold, were her ears deceiving her? Did she really hear the captain say that she should be commended for her actions and not ridiculed? Yes, he did!!! Well, her head started to move upwards, until her chin was well and truly up and her chest pushed out in pride.
It turned out that the milkman had been a fake all along, a SPY no less, a 5th Columnist. The real milkman had been found bound and gagged 5 miles down the road!!
Private Angus took great pleasure in lapping up all the apologies and deserved they were too!!

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