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Having soldiers billitted on us after Dunkirk. They were brought in trains to Brighouse, (Yorkshire -where I lived) and taken to Sunday School Rooms.
My mother helped to serve refreshments. The Soldiers were given fresh clothing and then taken to open backed lorries to the billet.

The lorry came into our road and at each house the captain in charge knocked on the door and asked to see the bedrooms.

He wanted to know how many people lived in the house and how many beds there were.
My Father was away and we had room for two soldiers. I remember that they needed a bath and then a meal which somehow my mother provided,(women were very inventive with their catering).

Later that evening I sat on the mat and listened to the Soldiers telling of their struggle to get to the boats and how the Germans dive bombed and machine gunned them as they waded and helped each other to get to the "little ships".

I also remember the day, that a telegram came next door telling the lady that her son had been killed. There are times when I can still hear her anguished screams even after all these years.

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