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I was almost 6 when the second world war began. On the very first day, the 3rd September Mum Dad and I came back from Church just in time to hear the air raid warning siren. I retreated to bed!
That was prpbably the only time I heard the siren in serious operation.
My war was without real disruption. We had troops billeted in the village, we had evacuees with us in the Manse but they quickly returned to Edinburgh as they did not like the country. Mum helped to run the canteen for the troops and Dad was called up to the RAF but saw no action. He was a Chaplain and was based at Cranwell and later at Weston Super Mare. My Mum and I spent two weeks with him but even passing through London we saw only papered windows but no sound of bombs. Returning home life was peaceful for me. there was a munitions factory close to us but the Germans must never have heard word of it because I only heard one plane passing one night but no bombs. Life was fairly good with only a few worries hearing adults speak of Dunkirk and later Belsen. I suppose I was very lucky.

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