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My parents often recounted to me their experances of the war. My father was in an occupation which caused him to remain at home and was a member of the Home Guard and talked of being on a factory roof in Rugby with a little gun while the bombers went over head to bomb Coventry, little chance would they have had against the planes.

My parents lived in Hillmorton, Rugby and spoke of nights stood on the landing watching Coventry being bombed and feling so helpless and thinking of friends. On the Saturday after cycling over to see if friends were ok and finding the city gone, the streets paved with glass and a direct hit on a burial ground which had thrown up its own problems.

My mum was with the WRVS and served tea in jam jars to the troops at the station in Rugby and remembered the "boys" returning from the front untreated and in great pain.
But what ever happened the spirt was there people helping each other and trying to make the best of everything.

I remember in the 50s helping my Gran in her garden in Weston-s-Mare and still finding broken crockery from the only bomb which landed at the end of the road and caused a lot of breakaged and Mr Charles telling me how he was injured and carried to the end of the road on his front door, which he had rehung on his discharge from hospital.

There is so many stories of the brave who didn't go and fight but kept the home fires burning, my uncle worked for the Fire Bridage in London and would never speak of what he saw.

This people should not be forgotten just because they didn't wear the uniform they still did their bit for England.

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