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My most vivid memory of WW2 was D.Day. I was 12 years old and because my Mother had been asked to look after a couple in their 60's, who, in her younger days, she had been in service with. I found myself staying in a Cottage tucked in the fold of the Hills, half a mile up a farmtrack near to the village of Warmwell in Dorset. On the eve of D.DAY my Mother had been asked to cook a special meal for two guests who turned out to be Senior Service Personel. Normally we dined with the family, but on this occassion we were excluded. After they had left we got the impression that something special was about to take place. Early in the morning of D.Day we looked up to see the sky full of Planes towing Gliders being joined by their Fighter Escort almost if the Cottage had been earmarked as their joining up point. At about 0900 the postman called and said if we wanted to witness a sight we would be unlikely ever to see again, we should climb the hill and look out to sea. This we did and saw both Weymouth Bay and Portland Harbour overflowing with Landing Craft and all sorts of vessels. So much so that it was difficult to see any water. Later that same morning I went to help the farmer with the Hay Making and found at the Warmwell Crossroads Military police directing Amphibious and other Military Vehicles, American from the Swanage direction and British from the Dorchester direction alternately towards Weymouth. the Yanks were throwing us gum, Candies and occassionaly cigarettes as they passed the field we were working in. This traffic continued for a number of days. Later in the week I went with my mother in the farmer's car into Weymouth to get essential supplies. We had to produce an official Permit before we were allowed to enter the town and then we were forbidden to go anywhere near the harbour.
Jack A Turner

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