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This story was submitted to the Peoples War site by Carl Mitchell

When the war was imminent we were put on a train an away we went, to a village called Port Dinorick, which was near Bangor. We got of the train and went in to the memorial hall and we were given supplies. People from the village came round looking at the Evacuees who were there; there were around 300 of us. My elder brother came with me, I was 7 an he was 9 and a lady picked us out an took us to her home around ten minutes away on top of hill an the house was big, we were very lucky. The lady was a retired school teacher and her husband was a representative for Silcocks. I was there for 5 years from 1939 to 1944 and had very many happy times. The lady took in 5 evacuees my brother and me and another 3 evacuees they were 2 boys and 1 girl. Life was good but also unhappy times, two or three times German aircraft were shot down over the Menia straights and the bodies were washed onto the beach and everyone went down to the beach to see the dead bodies which still had the parachutes on them and also people who were looking for intelligence were taking things for the bodies. As time went by the shooting down of the aircraft stopped and it was settled like we were on holiday and 5 years elapsed and home I came. When I came back home the war was still on and I was evacuated to the Wirral. My mother was evacuated to the Wirral and when I went across to there the woman next door took us in as evacuees. Me father came home who was in the RAF and then we moved back to Liverpool. My father opened a transport business and we went back to school as nothing had ever happened.

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