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Vi was like a chirpy little wren at 92, deaf as a post, but longing to talk with you. Her first statement was that she had had 55 years of very happy marriage, then she got to the best bit. She had been the cook for 617 Squadron and that was where she had met her husband.
She often told of the man who had asked for more. It was Christmas and she had spent hours procuring and then cooking mince pies for the boys. And this one asked for two. "I told him straight (she was from Hull) that I had baked 1800 pies and that no way was he having two", then there was the night that one of the pilots drank up his whiskey. Vi said that he never finished his drink saying "keep it for me when I get back" and back he always came, but that night there was no return. Vi said that he knew it was his last fight. We all remember Vi with great affection, the little bird that sang and looked after 617 Squadron.

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