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When war broke out I was working in my father鈥檚 cafe in the High Street, Dunstable. I lived over the premises and had joined the ARP in the town as soon as it was formed in 1937. I found it very interesting and on one or two occasions I put my first aid training into practice. I then became a full time ARP warden; the pay was very good at 拢5 per week. I helped my father with his business during the day and carried out my ARP duties at night. It was during the 鈥榩honey war鈥� that I went to the recruiting centre in Edgware and volunteered. When I told my CO in the ARP, he told me that I鈥檇 signed a contract and that I couldn鈥檛 join up. I replied by telling him that no-one could stop any man from defending his country and that I was to report back to Edgware in two weeks time.

I went for a medical and was told I鈥檇 got heart problems and would not be able to fly, so they suggested that as they badly needed engineers, l could train to become one. Engineering was, and still is a hobby of mine and I took a piece of my work along with me to show the officer in charge. After looking at my work he said he鈥檇 put me down as a flight mechanic. Then he said, 鈥淲e鈥檒l give you promotion straightaway. You can be a fitter.鈥� I said, 鈥淲hat鈥檚 the difference between a flight mechanic and a fitter?鈥� Well he said, 鈥淚t鈥檚 a shilling a day more and you鈥檒l get promoted quicker!鈥� So from there I was kitted out and received my injections. I鈥檇 told my wife I would see her later that day but I was sent straight up to Morecombe for very intensive drill training. From there I was sent to Cannock Chase in Staffordshire for ten months technical training and passed with flying colours.

In early December 1940 I got a fortnight鈥檚 leave. Towards the end of the second week a policeman came to see me with a message to report to Thorney Island. I鈥檇 never heard of it! Luckily when I got off the train I met a couple of chaps that I鈥檇 been with, while training in Staffordshire.

It was very noisy because there were 49 guns on Hayling Island, helping to defend the south coast. At first I was afraid that the camp could be bombed at any time, but we only had one daylight raid. On my first night, a group of chaps that had been stationed there for some time were sitting round a table calmly playing cards with all this gunfire going on. I was sitting on my bed in the corner when one of them said, 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry; someone will let us know if there鈥檚 going to be a raid. This happens every night.鈥� I was surprised just how quickly I got used to it all.

We were sent to various places. At one camp in 1941 we met several young ladies that flew bomber aircraft, smashing looking girls in beautiful uniforms. One of them called me up into the cockpit of a Blenheim. 鈥淐orporal,鈥� she said. 鈥淚 haven鈥檛 flown a Blenheim for some time; will you run over the controls for me?鈥� I told her that I鈥檇 be only too pleased! I met her after the war. She was one of only a few girls that could fly four engine bombers.

Shortly afterwards we started to look after Hudsons, originally designed as a passenger aircraft. We were posted to Ireland in 1942, working on long range Liberator aircraft. Occasionally I鈥檇 be posted to Iceland where on two or three occasions I was in charge of the ground crew for three aircraft and was mentioned in dispatches. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there.

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