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We were supposed to get married in the September but my fiancé got 7 days embarkation leave, on one Monday night there was a knock at the door and it was him. We applied to the Bishop of Southwell for a special license to get married and we did.
He was the youngest in the Platoon, his mate would write to me while they were abroad, to let me know he was ok and that they were looking after him. Sometimes I wouldn’t hear anything for 6 weeks, it was hard but you never thought the worst.
I used to send socks, cigarettes, cakes, lots of things but our post would have to follow then around as they were always moving, it would catch them up after a while though. I used to make the socks myself for the soldiers I made them so they came right up to the knees — they thought they were great.
I was on munitions, it was very quiet. His mother was a great gardener she’d grow her own tomatoes — we had to make do.

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