January 1st 1942 Thursday Edwin, Auntie Nance & I up North for Bettina's wedding. The Bride, who...
On my 3rd move I was with a family with a son who refused to associate with us, although this time my...
So it was that I was sent to Turner Newell's asbestos factory, where they made parts which were...
Ack ack guns from our defence boomed away, and shrapnel and spent bullets and bullet cartridges rained down...
I had to work with stores for several weeks, then I was given my own car — a number nicknamed...
With further difficulty I, and another lad who had come to help, got the rather large cabinet through the...
I went into Telephone and Signal and was posted to 620 Battery, Heavy Artillery RACK Battery. Other places...
One night, stretchering a casualty to our ambulance, a bomb whistled down ahead of us... I remember that a...
St Martin's-in-the-Fields, which for many years has given shelter at night to countless, now gives it...
It was a big adventure to me, going round the streets searching for shapnel and other bits and pieces, but...
The Brighton to London road ran through East Grinstead, and the German bombers follwed the road, turned at...
Then I heard from the Foreign Office asking if I would be interested in going to Germany to be part of the...
I had hardly sat down before a waver-think 7 foot tall bearded seaman stood — no not stood — he...
We spent the afternoon over in the 'Hut'. Edwin put the shelves back into position. May 11th 1941...
Probably the Intelligence Platoon with its core of senior staff were still in the canteen studying the...
The teleprinter room in the Post Office was next to the messengers’ rest room and we got a lot of...
Dad wasn't home, just my two brothers and me, and Mum, if she could see her way clear to joining us. We...
Though Croydon was the worst hit borough with 141 V1's and 4 V2's, Ilford suffered the most V2 hits...
A London family bombed out in Bognor Regis. It was summer 1943 and the nightly bombing of London and its...
I was working for a mail order company based in Surrey Docks opposite Waterloo Station. It was a daylight...
I recall a conversation with a young priest, Wilfred Browning, who was curate of Christ Church, Woburn...
I have been asked by Mrs.Sandra Eros to submit this poem on her behalf. Addendum: My late father Lou...