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These are a few jottings from my memories.
Turning the signposts around so that any Germans who might land would be completely disorientated.
Driving at night in pitch dark with no headlights allowed.
Sleeping regularly in the little shelter my father had had built in the ditch running through the garden whilst my spinster aunt slept in the house, under the billiard table, as she did not think it seemly for an unmarried lady to sleep with her brother!
Being on the edge of the ring of Ack-Ack guns surrounding London it was my father (a captain in the Home Guard) who, with his men, had the job of hurrying to any shot-down German plane to capture any crew left alive and to pick up the pieces of those who were not. Not a nice job!
Crouching on the floor of a train approaching Crewe in an air raid. The dirt on the floor worried me more than the bombs which we were getting used to.
Keeping rabbits for additional food. Unforunately we grew too found of them to eat them so my father, who had set up a similar rabbitry for the staff of his office whom he had evacuated from London, set off to work in the mornings with a clutch of our rabbits for his staff to eat and brought back some of theirs for us to eat which we did without a qualm.
The Matron of the hospital in which I served as a V.A.D., a kind but clueless woman placed a nurse at each of the main windows of the building, armed with a window pole. Whenever we were warned that V2 bombs were on their way towards us she instructed us to 'poke them off'.
The sight of the sky full of planes towing gliders on their way to Arnhem.

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