- Contributed by听
- Community Education North Warwickshire
- People in story:听
- Vera (Vee) Robinson
- Location of story:听
- Romney Marshes
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A2089596
- Contributed on:听
- 28 November 2003
During 1941 I enlisted in the Royal Artillery, aged 18. You were supposed to have a choice of jobs and this was supposed to be discussed at the recruiting office on Coventry. But `choice鈥 didn鈥檛 come into it 鈥 people were selected and directed accordingly. I had 4 weeks training during which she had all the required injections and was taught military protocol.
By 1941 there was a severe shortage of men for home defence and this lack of manpower meant that girls were called up to operate Fire Control instruments for Ack Ack guns. Some girls were under age 鈥 quite possibly only 16 鈥 but birth certificates not always checked too well because of the shortage of operators. The girls worked beside the guns (which were physically handled by men). The girls鈥 job was to act as `plotters鈥 and to send messages to the operators of these heavy, fixed anti aircraft guns. I helped feed the `predictor鈥 information in order to see that the guns were accurate. Many girls were killed in action but I have never seen any figures in this regard. But I do know that, in regard to ATS casualties, 369 girls were killed or wounded in the V1 rocket era alone, in just three months!
Training for the girls was the same as for men 鈥 and they were trained for permanent teams. Close relationships were formed between the girls and there was little social life and strong bonds were formed which still continue today. The men who fought alongside the girls were much older so interpersonal male/female relationships were not usually formed. On duty, the girls looked just like the men and they took the same risks. The use of girls was not generally known to the `outside world鈥 and they were not allowed to talk about their work.
On the V1 era, they sounded like motorbikes but looked like a plane with flames coming out of the tail. I can recall an occasion when the girls were sleeping in a lorry 鈥 fully clothed 鈥 when the rockets were coming over. The girls couldn鈥檛 cry 鈥 so we all laughed instead! But times were harder for the `posh鈥 girls. I remember when I was posted to marshland 鈥 Romney Marshes 鈥 and for nine months the 鈥済irls lived like gypsies鈥 sleeping in clothes, using dug-out latrines, lots of privations which we had to take in our stride. But you weren鈥檛 alone 鈥 and if a bomb landed close to you, at least you all went together, which helped.
The girls lived, ate and slept together 鈥 you were never alone. The girls worked well together and the idea of using them in the way that they were was a brilliant idea and the girls were very good at the role they were asked to do. They didn鈥檛 realise at the time just how important their job was, and how good their training was. But it is possible that Army Command might not have realised how great the danger was, as far as the girls were concerned.
At the end of the war married girls were demobbed first, the rest a few months later. But that wasn鈥檛 the end of their friendships. The reunions are marvellous 鈥 started by myself in 1993 鈥 where nobody talks about their aches and pains but they re-live the better times during the war.
Information dictated to John Noon on Tuesday 11th November 2003.
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