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- ´óÏó´«Ã½ LONDON CSV ACTION DESK
- People in story:Ìý
- Edward Kenny
- Location of story:Ìý
- London; Palestine
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian Force
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4310137
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 30 June 2005
I used to work at a repairs business, fixing army vehicles. When I was about 17 or 18 I was called to the home guard. I turned up at Hyde Park in the evening and they told me to come next week, but I was working nights. So next I was called for the RAF and I passed the medical, and they asked me if I’d like to be an air gunner. I said I was frightened of jumping out of aircrafts. That was the last I heard of the RAF.
Next, I was called up for the Navy. They said I was perfectly ok, but I said, ‘I don’t like the sea’, so they told me to wait and hear from them. I didn’t hear any more from the Navy. The next time they called me up for the Army, the REMY (car mechanics), and we were shipped up to Scotland for training. After 4 weeks, I had measles and ended up in the Children’s Hospital. I did 18 months on an assembly line at Bicester repairing tanks, and finished up in Palestine in an office job (1946-47).
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