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When I was about six or seven, we used to have the Germans working mending the roads and my mother made a great big plate of sandwiches and a great big jug of drinking chocolate and she had me take it to them. I was a bit shy but they thanked me. She was a very caring person, my mother, like I am a caring person. She said “They are some mothers’ lads after all and I’m sure their mothers would do the same”. She even bought them some cigarettes one time.

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the ��ѿ��ý Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Lilian Riedel and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

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