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I think my brother Frank thoroughly enjoyed being here in Oswestry (Pant Glas). He actually came back when he was in the army he was camped here — so the first place he came for was Pant Glas. They saw him coming down the road in his uniform and recognised him — and he was 18 by then.

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the ´óÏó´«Ã½ Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Mrs Marjorie McMahon and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Marjorie's stories:

• Arms, Legs and Cockroaches
• I jumped a five-barred gate without touching it
• It’s alright, it’s only their nerves

See also Muriel Edwards’s stories:

• ‘Evacuees’ What are they?
• General De Gaulle was down the road
• They taught us and we taught them

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