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This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Pennie Hedge, a volunteer from 大象传媒 London, on behalf of Win Bryan, and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs Bryan fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.

I volunteered for the WAAF in 1942 and joined at the beginning of 1943. I was stationed in Bournemouth, it was where the colonial troops 鈥� Canadian, Australian, New Zealanders - came for their rest periods: breaks from flying, or if they had been injured. Towards the end of the war, our released prisoners of war were also sent to the station. We were looking after them 鈥� making sure their rooms were OK. If they had been injured we were almost like nurses. If they hadn鈥檛 been injured, and they hadn鈥檛 had female company for a very long time, we often had to lock ourselves in our rooms!

When it came over the tannoy that the war was over, they sat down and cried like babies some of them, they were so relieved that they wouldn鈥檛 have to fly any more tours. And they got as drunk as they could. We spent the night putting them to bed. They would say 鈥淥ne drink for me, one drink for you鈥� but we would say 鈥渙ne drink for the plants鈥�. They drank rye whisky which was a lot stronger than ours. I can鈥檛 remember if the plants survived.

One day there was a serious air raid over Bournemouth. Service people didn鈥檛 have shelters, we either went into the garden or stayed in our billet. This day we had been told to scatter. A bomb fell on the hotel the Canadian airmen were billeted in. One of them was in the bath, at the top of the building. The force of the bomb blew the bath out of the front of the building and onto the beach, with the airman still in it. The airwomen fell over themselves running to help him.

We had a room that held about 9 New Zealand airmen in it, and they all decided that they wanted to use the bathroom, at the same time. One said 鈥榝irst to get their clothes off gets the bath first.鈥� So of course they all managed to get undressed at the same time, and an officer lined them up.

My WAAF friend had to deliver a message to that room and asked me to go with her 鈥� we always had to go in twos. She was ahead of me in the corridor, and I reminded her to knock on the door, but it was too late. She flung the door open and there were the 9 men stark naked, with their backs towards us. 鈥淥h look!鈥� she said, 鈥渨hat a sight鈥�.鈥� and then they all turned round. I was rooted to the spot. 鈥淥h look, all sizes鈥� she said. With that they made to charge towards us. Then I turned and ran.

My husband was in the army infantry and he went over on D Day and I didn鈥檛 hear from him for ages. We鈥檇 been moved to Gloucestershire by then. And we were kept up all night by the sound of the airbourne troops flying overhead the night before D Day. The next day the planes came back with their doors open and the ropes hanging down, so we knew that the invasion had started.

The officers said 鈥渋f you鈥檙e husband鈥檚 out there, Win, you鈥檙e a widow.鈥� I had got married in March 1944, and this was June 1944. It wasn鈥檛 until September time that I got a postcard saying he was safe. It was a card printed with 鈥淚 am safe and well鈥� and he had signed it. There were no personal messages.

He wrote to me from a fox hole, just before the they crossed the Rhine and said that it was very quiet. Then he wrote afterwards that they had crossed the river in a thick mist, led by bagpipes. My husband reckoned that the Germans were more frightened of the bagpipes than of the soldiers. He was in the Battle of the Bulge, and ended up in Berlin, but he didn鈥檛 like to talk about it much. In later years he told more to our children and grandchildren.

When he first came home on leave he called in at Bournemouth for me. I thought that I could get special leave, but they told me that he hadn鈥檛 been overseas 鈥� France didn鈥檛 count. I asked them what they thought the Channel was 鈥� Scotch mist? Eventually I was allowed some days leave.

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