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This story was submitted to the People's War site by Christine McDerment at Camberley Library and has been added to the website on behalf of Robert Bennett with his permission and he fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
"I lived on a farm in southern Ireland. My father was away in England, but I was living with my mother Cathleen and my older sister Mary. I had a younger brother, Lawrence, but he was just a baby.
It was near a small town called Campile, which didn鈥檛 have much, just a cooperative dairy and a railway station really, not much else. All the farms in the area used to send their milk to the cooperative to be made into butter and things.
I was very young when this happened, but there are some things you remember very vividly, like a photograph.
This day was just a normal day. I was only about two and my mother had put me in the garden on the 鈥減o鈥� to go to the loo.
Then suddenly there was this almighty bang, a huge explosion. I had no idea what it was.
It was about lunchtime, about twelve o鈥檆lock. Someone had noticed a plane that flew over the town and then came round again. It dropped just one bomb, on the dairy, and then flew off. Everyone was mystified as to why they had dropped the bomb on us, after all, we were neutral.
Years and years later I found out why. It seems the Germans had found lots of crates of food and supplies on the beaches at Dunkirk, stamped all over with Campile Dairy, so they decided to punish us for supplying the Allies! But they did chose lunchtime when it was all quiet and we think that鈥檚 why he flew over first to check, and then came back. No one was killed, but it was quite a bang!"

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