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Before D Day in 1944,I was a twelve year old schoolboy. It was an exciting time spotting aircraft,seeing tanks on exercise,and the Commandos in our village,who were billetted in several pubs and other establishments. They sometimes carried their Commando knives strapped around their legs. I was able to, recall the sight and sounds of R.A.F. planes. The Mosquito
was my favourite, which often did some hedge hopping in our area.The Lancasters passed overhead from their Lincolnshire bases,having flown inland,then turned outward bound to enemy territory. We counted what seemed hundreds. "Somebody is in for it tonight" my Dad would say.

Quite by chance I was at a busy railway junction near my home,when an American troop train pulled into to the station and the engine began to take on water. I walked along the track side by the train,and the American soldiers on board were anxious to know where in England they were?. I mentioned twenty miles from Nottingham,and spoke of being near Sherwood forest,they all seemed to have heard of Robin Hood. Then came the goodies,bars of chocolate,and a doughnut or two. Believe me these were rare treats in those days. More conversation,then the whistle sounded as the train pulled away, en route eventually the south coast. Word spread, and the subsequent trains had quite a school boys welcome. The Station staff then made us leave the area,and we watched from a nearby bridge.
I should add the occassional British troop train came through,and we only managed a corn beef sandwich,which was tasty then. After a few weeks the troop trains ceased. When I later read of the D day landings, and the great loss of life at Utah and Omaha beaches by the Americans, I thought had I spoken to some of those friendly, and generous men?. Alan Jackson

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