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My father was in the ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ Guard. He was patrolling a lane with a fellow solder. The lane had high banks on both sides and one couldn’t see over. They heard a noise which they thought was a man walking carefully though the long grass above them. As they had been told to look out for German parachutists, they thought that it might be a German above them. Full of apprehension my father and his fellow solder continued up the lane to a point where they could see over the bank, and they felt a bit foolish when all they could see was a cow chewing the cud.

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