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My father trained with a secret RAF unit, which bent the radio beams that German bombers used to locate targets. He spent time all over England, notably on Porlock Hill, diverting German bombers to harmless areas. The secrecy meant that he was not allowed to show his insignia on his uniform and spent a lot of leave time in civies, much to the annoyance of his father, as he was not allowed to divulge his unit's existance to anyone, even the military police.
On D day he was sent to France with a ten ton lorry containing heavy radio equipment to transmit messages back to Churchill in the War Office. His landing craft, in either the first or second wave, was hit losing steering, the rear superstructure and the navy gun crew, missing the British beaches completely, he ended up on the Canadian beaches, after crossing minefields, very close to the American sectors. Pinned down on the beach by snipers, they used the lorry for cover, the only cover for some distance. The lorry survived as did the equipment. Wearing RAF blue he was shot at by the Americans who thought they were Germans. A few days later, his job done, he left the beaches from the floating harbour just before it broke up.
He was sent back to France, Belgium and Holland investigating German V rocket, radar and radio installations and was in Belgium for VE day, where he witnessed people being dragged onto the streets and having their heads shaved and their personal belongings thrown to the ground from the windows above.

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