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For several years my sister and I spent one night each week working in a W.V.S canteen in downtown Birkenhead. It was open all night and most of the men coming in were young sailors off the Russian and Atlantic convoys. They were mostly dead tired and fell asleep over their food, but were always appreciative of our efforts. The helpers were given a room with bunk beds where we were supposed to snatch a few hours sleep. Unfortunately, the town hall was just a stone鈥檚 throw away, and the big clock chimed every quarter of an hour, so sleep was difficult, and many a time did I fall asleep over my desk the next day.

This story was collected by Lis Edwards and was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Becky Barugh of the 大象传媒 Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Mrs Margaret James. The story has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Margeret's stories:

• 1) September 3rd 1939 鈥� A definitive date in history, was a golden autumn day鈥�
• 2) 鈥淭he invasion has started!鈥�
• 3) An incendiary bomb dropped down our bedroom chimney!
• 4) By then, Dad had perfected our air-raid shelter
• 5) It was shattered into a thousand pieces
• 6) Feathers fell like snow
• 7) The Wizard鈥檚 Den was one extraordinary exception
• 8) After the frantic years of the Blitz
• 10) It was bedlam!
• 11) Hardly Appropriate
• 12) Unsung Efforts

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