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I was 2 years old when the second world war broke out and my Father (who is now 92 years old)was serving in The Dorset Regiment. As I was very young it was difficult for me to understand that the man who sometimes came home on leave was my Father. One particuler evening when I was about 5 years old my Dad appeared and he had not long been home when the siren sounded so we all got in the shelter in the front room i.e. my Mother Brother and Myself but Dad (wearing his tin helmet)refused to get in and stood at the front door shouting abuse at the 'GERRYS' as he called them when one of the planes going overhead dropped a bomb which landed at the rear of our house on the local golf course - the blast shot my Dad through the hallway and he landed up sitting in my doll's pram - much to our amusement. However the blast also ripped off our back door of the house but we considered ourselves to be very lucky when next day we went to the golf course and discovered a huge crater in the ground. That could have been our house. Dad continued to serve with the Dorset Regiment until the end of the war when he appeared with his demob suit etc. It all seems so long ago now and luckily he is still with us at the grand old age of 92 years.

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