- Contributed by听
- Genevieve
- People in story:听
- Marcia West
- Location of story:听
- Fareham
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A5061728
- Contributed on:听
- 14 August 2005
Whilst staying in Fareham I woke one morning and peered out of the tiny bedroom window. The High Street was full of tanks and soldiers in unusual uniforms.
They spoke funny English but they gave me my first chocolate bar.
My Father told me later that they were Canadians waiting to disembark for D-Day.
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Becky Barugh of the 大象传媒 Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Marcia West and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
See more of Marcia's stories:
- 1) The night I was born
- 2) A ticking pillowcase
- 3) The table lifted off the floor
- 4) Thrown in the gutter
- 6) Crisscrossed tape and heavy black curtains
- 7) I walked twelve miles a day!
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