When D-Day came, my Father was training flight mechanics in the RAF, and was stationed at RAF Locking, in north Somerset. My Mother was with him, and working as a dispenser in Boots, the chemists. Some years ago, he wrote an account of what he did, for his grandchildren.
"We were able to find furnished accommodation in Weston-Super-Mare, and I was at home each night, except for the times I had to do guard duty or orderly corporal, etc. This was a very pleasant existence and lasted till after D-Day.
The night of the invasion of Europe Mary and I could hardly sleep because of the noise of aircraft flying overhead and we were aware that something out of the ordinary was happening as, when we looked out to see the planes, they all had lights on; a thing unheard of during the war.
The flight engineers we had been training were very much involved in the invasion of the continent and on the day of the invasion I had a class of Free French Volunteeers, and they were so excited at the news, which was being relayed over the public address system, that it was impossible to get them to concentrate on their work, and who could blame them?"
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2 comments:
It must have been an extraordinary experience to live through - terrifying at the time.
I am so pleased that I didn't have to live through that.
I am still catching up on my blog list after my holiday jaunt!
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