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One morning Father woke us up and said look out the bedroom window, a supersortress big plane had crashed about 200 yards away, it hadn’t woken us up we didn’t know anything about it. We didn’t get to that one first. Another one crashed, we got to it and from a distance around the plane there was 5 imprints on the ground where bodies had landed.
My brother was in hospital with meningitis — the hospital needed some oranges, we didn’t have that kind of thing. I went to the Commador in charge and asked him for oranges, he said no problem and took me in the jeep to the Aerodrome and got a big box of oranges then took them to the hospital. The hospital was really pleased. We couldn’t get stuff but they could. They were pretty good the Yanks.

On D-Day I was working on a farm, all the planes with Gliders went over — it was a lovely sunny day and the sky seemed to go black there were so many — that was the only time I was really scared.

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