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During the war, my mother worked in a munitions factory repairing aircraft and making ammunition boxes when repair work was slack. My father, who had been discharged from the army on health grounds, was a member of the Auxilary Fire Service and so my sister and I spent a lot of time at my grandmothers (Henrietta) house both before and after school.Fortunately, my gran only lived in the next street.My uncle Bert, a desert rat, was at the seige of Tobruk and one day my gran closed all the doors and windows of the house and banked up the kitchen range. The temperature rose alarmingly and we sat and suffered thinking of uncle Bert and his colleagues in the desert. Gran said that at least we could open the doors and escape the heat but poor Bert was stuck with it.

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