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As a very young lad in Deal I remember looking out of the front bedroom window, which was open so it must have been quite warm. A convoy of lorries came down the road - not unusual in our area but these were full of strangely dressed soldiers. From pictures I recognised them as Germans and I called my mum to see them. She came immediately and told me not to laugh or shout at them. I could not understand this as I had no intention of laughing or shouting. It was only later that I understood why she said this and it struck me as a very charitable attitude as she had lost two brothers in the Great War.
These were some of the first PoWs after D-Day and had arrived through the port of Dover. I suspect they were on their way to a temporary camp near Sandwich.

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