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I was born as the battle of britain was being fought over southern england, my mother told me that the nurses in the maternity hospital wore tin hats. My dad was called up into the army soon after and my memories of him during the war are of kissing a photograph night night each night as I went to bed. It showed a man with fair hair sat on the cliff at Flamborough.I grew up with my mum and grandma.There were postcards and occasional parcels of sweets from daddy and after the end of fighting he was in Holland and a lady made a jumper for me from parachute silk.When dad was finally de-mobbed I remember this man coming home with no hair not looking a bit like the daddy I had kissed on the picture. During childhood I never felt really close to my dad, it was only as a adult that we became closer. I imagine a lot of WW2 children were like me and I am sure our fathers felt they had lost that close father and daughter relationship that future generations enjoyed.

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