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My aunty worked in the Drome at Filton. They lived at 261 Ashley Down Road, facing the Mullers orphanage. They were having all these dog fights over the drome. Just before that my aunty and her friend went to a tea dance and they took both their ration books with them,and wanted to buy a pair of boots. Neither had enough to buy the boots - so they put their rations together to buy one pair and decided that one would wear the boots one day and the other would wear them the next. On this day my aunty took the boots, tossed half a crown piece and lost, so her friend put the boots on and my aunty got on with her business. Suddenly the Germans came over and there was a huge dog fight - all the bombs were falling over the drome. A couple of hours later there was a knock on my grandmothers door saying they'd found some legs with some boots on - they told her it was my aunty because they recognised the boots as hers. My Grandmother said no she's not dead. She went up to the drome with her other daughter and for 3 days they wandered round loking for her. They showed my grandmother the legs and the boots and my grandmother said that's not my daughter. They went into a field hospital there and found my aunty there. She didn't even know her own name - there had been bad bombing. They got her back home and later she told the story about how she'd tossed the coin and lost, and it was her friend who'd been wearing the boots.

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