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The moments that stay in my mind, the sights, the sounds, the words heard from adult鈥檚 conversation. The school where the female staff married, joined up, disappeared. We had what was left.

Helping out on farms with the harvest, sleeping in the barn; the young teacher/wife who came in, singing; at last, news of her serving Husband. Warm milk straight from the cow, pea-picking, hellishly hard. The convoys of young men, whistling to us, passing singing 鈥榬ude鈥� songs 鈥� we loved it! They were preparing for Arnhem, practicing on the downs, but we did not know that.

My Fathers silence about his V.II experience was kept until I was nearly 40, and I asked him if he remembered. 鈥淚 stepped over the bodies, and went to find your Mother鈥�.

So many moments rise up in my mind, like bubbles 鈥� adolescence, soldiers billeted in our suburb, we were too young, but they came to our church dances, older girls danced with them all. 15/16 we were immature, 鈥榮tay together鈥� was instructed, home by 9:00 鈥� the worry of parents if we didn鈥檛. We assumed our homes were always going to be there. I remember my parents and neighbours dancing to 鈥楾he Lambeth Walk鈥�, 鈥楿nder the Spreading Chestnut Tree鈥� as I looked on, amazed, mystified. I longed for the war to be over, to buy lipsticks and stockings. Looking at the map, the landing at Cassino, the news, realising it would be years if it was so difficult. Hearing of Hiroshima; not understanding at all.

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