| The War and me.
I was 9 years old when the war broke out. My father was out when the Prime Ministers message came over the radio, then the sirens went and my mother bless her, was going round the house with my year old brother in her arms, putting food into bags and taking it out again, she was shouting for Vic (thats dad) It was a false alarm and dad was home soon. He was called up in 1942, he was a spotter for the railways and docks. The authorities found there was too much time lost on the dock and shunting, so they organised training for volunteers in aircraft recognition and various posts were set up in the Grimsby area with two men and a pair of binoculars, if anything suspicious was seen or heard, they would sound an alarm and workers went to shelter. Dad went into the Royal Engineers and they were first into the docks in Belgium, they were checking wagons and still being sniped at! I became the man of the house at 12 and used to look after mum and little brother when the sirens went. Grimsby and neighbouring Cleethorpes went down in history as the first targets for the so called butterfly bombs. It wasn't news at the time because the government put a veil of secrecy over it, having no feed back Jerry didn't use them any more. I'll leave thinge for now, don't want to be boring, if anyones interested, I'll carry on later
Ken
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