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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Bill Ross of the ‘Action Desk — Sheffield’ Team on behalf of Sheila Lomas, and has been added to the site with the author’s permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
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My father was serving in the army in Belgium, and he was injured and contracted T.B. He was then sent, in a ship, back to England, and put in Morriston Hospital in Swansea. This was a hospital, which took in injured soldiers.

My mother received word that he was in hospital in Swansea. We were living in Lydgate Lane, in Sheffield, and my mum and I caught the train to Swansea. I was only 4 years of age, and it was in April 1945. I can remember going to the hospital, and I slept in the hospital on bunk beds, in a little room with my mum.

After about a week, a lady who was also visiting the hospital, offered us accommodation at her home. Her name was Mrs. Pritchard, and we must have stayed with her for about 3 weeks.

During this time, V.E. Day was announced, and I can remember going into town and there were huge crowds celebrating. Obviously, being only 4 years old, I didn’t really realise what was going on, but this day really sticks in my mind.

After this, my dad was transferred to the City General hospital in Sheffield. He never really recovered from his injuries and he died in 1946, aged 29.

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