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Myself and my younger brother, Ron, had been evacuated from Bristol and were staying with my Aunt and Uncle and three cousins. One day when I was about twelve, I was cycling along the country road in a little place called Wool in Dorset with my brother when suddenly he jumped off his bike into the hedge by the roadside. Automatically, I did the same. I looked up and distinctly saw a German plane, clearly noticing the black markings on it's body. At first I didn't have time to feel scared but afterwards I realised just how serious it might have been. When I think back, I believe the plane was looking for Bovington Army Camp which was just a couple of miles away. Strangly, I also remember that Bovington Army Camp was where we girls were taken each week from the village school for our cookery lessons!

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