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I always wanted to go to sea, ever since I was tall enough to peep over the windowsill of my home and see it glinting in the distance. I left school when I was 14 years old and by the end of 1940 I was training to be a boy seaman in Liverpool. There, the shelter we boys were in, received a direct hit and we were buried alive for 24 hours. One boy was so hysterical he had to be put in a strait jacket and quietened. At last, we were rescued and were then sent to a place called Ravenscrag near the banks of Lake Ullswater. It was here, I remember being toughened up daily and if necessary,I had to break the ice to swim in the local stream

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