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They were building a new cookhouse for the girls, because they didn't want to be mixing with the men, especially the 'fannies'.
The fannies were the girls who drove the ambulances and the general's cars and they were a bit posh and well educated. We had to take water into this new cookhouse and I was coming out of the door with a bucket in each hand when a sergeant came towards me across the parade ground shouting "get back", and this German plane came across with the gun going 'rat-a-tat-tat.'
I threw the buckets in the air and dived back through door. When I looked up the sergeant was still on the ground and I wondered if he was alright, but he got up and his uniform was black with muddy water. I picked myself and my buckets up and the two buckets were full of holes; so that was the last time I could use them.

The second time I was shot at was at Hayling Island when this little German, sneaky blighter, came in low under the radar. We had had a warning and the girls were at the top of the camp on the guns. I was on my bed reading the paper. I heard the rat-a-tat-tat of the gun and rolled under the bed and right along the side of the metal nissan hut just where I had been lying was a row of holes. So I thought, someone is after me but I must have had a very good guardian angel.

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