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- cornwallcsv
- People in story:Ìý
- Owen Philp
- Location of story:Ìý
- Plymouth, Devon, Truro, Cornwall
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4538559
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 25 July 2005
This story has been added to the website by CSV volunteer Ann Toomey, on behalf of the author Owen Philp, who understands the site's terms and conditions.
During the war I was only about 10 years old. My dad was employed on essential war work and was posted to Devonport Docks — he was a carpenter and joiner. He lived in lodgings and my mother and I together with my brother used to sometimes go to visit him.
On one occasion we were coming back from Plymouth on the train, when approaching Truro the guard came round and said that we were not to show a light as there was a raid going on.
We looked out of the window and the skyline was aglow — Truro City Hospital was on fire. I believe that several nurses were killed in the raid.
When we got off the train on to the platform there was a man in uniform — possibly a postman — he was in shock and crying. He showed us his uniform — there was a hole where a machine gun bullet had gone through the material
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