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I was not born until 1947 so I am not sure wether this counts as a War story, but I know that the war was still impactimg on my life when I was born.
When I was born my father who had been a Captain in the RAOC,and served with Monty in the Western Desert, A Desert Rat in fact, he retrained as an account. Living with his mum in London, and only comming home at the weekend.This seemed very unfair to a little girl missing her daddy. He arrived every Friday with sweets such as they were, as sugar was still on the ration. Somtimes it was a tin of Golden Syrup, or in one instance a gallon can, of this irrisistable golden stuff, bought off a'spiv' on Tower Bridge. On other occasions it was one Mars bar probably bought from the same dubious source, which was ceremoniously cut into 3 to share between my mum me and him. When I got a treat to myself it was a few dolly mixtures purchased with precious coupons.
The day finally arrived in 1952 when sugar came off the ration, so to supply the desparate needs of a sweet toothed 5 year old, who coundn't understand that the sugar for sweets came from far away places that needed ships, most of which had been sunk in a War that they didn't understand as it was over as such, he came home with a whole box of sugar cubes, the cheapest way of satifying this craving.It was put on a low shelf and I was told I could help myself!!What a mistake, I ate the lot in 2 days. That ammount of sugar in a 5 year old crates havoc with their 'regularity' and as we lived 3 floors up in a block of new flats built for returning heroes, constant trips to the loo were not funny. I am now 57 and I still refuse sugar cubes in all forms.It however didn't cure my swweet tooth completely unfortunately.

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