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This story was submitted to the People's War site by Christine McDerment at Camberley Library and has been added to the website on behalf of Dorothy Miller with her permission and she fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
"My name is Dorothy Miller. I was born in Camberley n 1920, had all my children here and still live here. I was living on Osnaburgh Parade during the war and had my first four children during that time as well.
I discovered later that Camberley went through a bad time for bombs in 1941, but I don’t remember much of it. I used to sleep right through most of the bombing, even when my husband Alexander was away on Air Raid Warden duty. I do remember two occasions though.
Once I was walking along Princes Street past Camberley School, when I heard a bomb coming overhead. I ducked under the hedge there, the hedge that was opposite a row of cottages and shops; most of them have gone now, the Brown Jug pub and Hattows the butchers, they’ve all gone.
Anyway, I ducked under the hedge and the bomb passed over and landed at the RMA, the Royal Military Academy. I didn’t feel frightened or anything. It was a thing you had to put up with these days. You got used to watching the planes, so I just waited for the all-clear, then carried on as usual.
The other time I remember, I was actually in the old military hospital, having my fourth baby, Janet, she’s now 61, so that was in 1944. I was in bed when we heard a bomb going over. It went right over and dropped on the big white house behind the hospital on Frimley Road. But again, it wasn’t frightening. You just got on with things. I was in the hospital for a week with the baby, then went home."

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