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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Norman Wigley of the ´óÏó´«Ã½ Radio Sheffield Action Desk on behalf of Mrs Yvonne Heap, and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

I was only five when the war ended. I remember we collected food scraps separately which were fed to the pigs.
I remember being on Scarborough beach on VJ Day, and all the troops came down from the barracks and gathered all the children together, and got us marching up and down the beach and singing; any child who tried to get away was dragged back by the feet!

I used to collect money for the Red Cross, wearing my nurse’s uniform — I asked for money for the wounded soldiers and got into trouble with my grandma for doing it.

My father served in the South Staffordshire Regiment as a signalling instructor. Much later I remember him telling me about being sent back to his depot in North Africa, to collect a sack of beans, but he had had a drink or two, and ‘borrowed’ a camel. By the time he got back to the depot, he had lost most of the beans!

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