大象传媒

I was 12 years old when the doodle bugs were on their way to London, those bombs that didn't drop on London they dropped on the way back on Kent, German planes then machine gunned the trains, our lessons were taken in the basement of the College at Tonbridge. Many days, we could not get home, only food was cornflakes, dry. I remember seeing the Italian prisoners of war camp just outside Tonbridge, and how sad the men were. All the local parks were taken over by the military, tanks, soldiers, vehicles. The Canadian Commandoes were a rough lot, smashed windows in our local shops. Men from East Grinsted who had had plastic surgery used to come and socialise at Tunbridge Wells town. Because there were no men workers, we had to pick the fruit for cooking and the harvest, we were all school children, that was our holiday, 4 old pence an hour.

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