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We had our first intake of evacuees from Salford. They arrived in Market Drayton on the local steam trains with their gas masks, etc. We then had an intake of high school girls from Manchester.

My aunt had one evacuee and my granny had two. One of these at Grandmas was my first girlfriend. She was exactly three years to the day younger than I was. The letters she wrote during the war, along with those from my family and friends, including Mr Parker-Bowles, really kept me going — they kept me sane.

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of George Samuel Plim and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Sam's stories:

• 1) A Phoney War
• 3) “Whoa Bob!â€�
• 4) As long as I was fed I could do virtually anything
• 5) After one was shot the rest surrendered…
• 6) Our Final Battle
• 7) ‘Don’t lose your head to an Italian Brunette!’

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