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The earliest memory I can date as a child was in June 1944 when I was in the garden,
it was a Friday, as our gardener Mr. Divall,
a machine-gunner from WW1 in Salonika, was there. I can remember looking up into the sky due to the new and stange pulsing sound of the V1 ram-jet passing overhead.(Obviously at that time I did not know what it was!)
A few days later, I remember being woken up in the night to the sound of a loud explosion, the window glass being blown in and the ceiling plaster coming down.

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