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I lived in South West London when the bombimg of London started. I was coming home from school, cycling up a hill. I remember it was misty and I could hear a plane. I knew it was a German plane as the engines weren't synchronised. The engines on an our planes made a different sound.

I was cycling hard uphill and I felt as though it were following me. In reality it was probably just lost.

We used to sit under the stairs at night during the bombing. There were three of us. We had to sit up because there was no room to lie down. I used to annoy my mother as I was reading PG Woodhouse and laughing my head off. Mother said "I don't know what you can laugh about".

Like all other boys, I used to go out the next day to pick up the schrapnel pieces. We just lived from one day to the next, you couldn't look ahead.

In 1940, I went into the army and did the Cooks Tour - Italy, Middle East up to Europe.

I was a D-Day-Dogger. Lady Nancy Astor MP announced in the House of Commons that those who weren't involved in the fight in Normandy were D-Day-Doggers. We were in Italy at Casino and heard about D-Day on the company radio climbing up a mountain. Somebody told the operator not to be so bloody stupid.

We were attached to the New Zealanders and moved up through the middle of Italy to join the Americans in Rome. We then went to the middle East and Palestine. I had my first home leave on my 21st Birthday which was after the war ended. I was posted back to the Baltic and stayed in the army until 1947. I now live in Dumfrieshire.

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