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I was 19 at the start of the war, and worked in the Co-Op. all the men had been called up, so it was only us girls there. It wasn’t long though before we had to do our bit, and I volunteered to work in the munitions factory. I was on the drilling machines making bomb Tails — though I didn’t really know what they were at the time.

I married in 1941. My husband was in the RAf, and he flew over to France on D-Day, landing at Aramanche. We had no news from him for about a month, and then got a single Field Card to say he was well.

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