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I was a young Waaf driver. From Blakehill Farm, Cricklade, Wiltshire, I was posted to Stoney Cross in the New Forest, Transport Command, Stirling bombers. We had nissan huts in the forest, very cold in the winter. On VE Day we went mad. We had a day off and we had a party at Sir Walter Tyrrell Pub, near Rufus Stone. Pub used by us and the air crews. We had ties cut off and shirt tails chopped off. So, on clothing parade for replacements we had to say 'VE Day Celebrations Maam.'

On VE Day we were not noramlly allowed on flights. But Peg and I got on the test flight in a Stirling Bomber with a Kiwi crew. They said 'no swearing Waafs aboard.' We had a flight over Southampton in the gun turret, flying over liners in dock and over the New Forest. We came off green, feeling sick.

Incidentally we had to chase ponies off the runway befre aircraft could use them.

What cammaraderie. I kept in touch with four of them, only two of us left now. Me and Eve in Australia. Peg died last year, what memories we had.

I had my demob party at the Sir Walter Tyrrell, before leaving in May 1946. Back to Civvy Street.

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