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These stories were submitted to the People War’s site by Jane Van de Ban of CSV Media on behalf of Pandora and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

I was born in Kensington the week after D-Day. I was the only girl in the ward; the other 12 were boys. When I was three days old, a bomb sat on the nurse’s ward and blew out the windows in the maternity ward. Luckily I was in bed with my other being fed, so the glass fell in the cot and not on me.

One of my uncles was a frogman in the Med, trained by Buster Krabbe. And another one was in the Dardanelles with the Gloucesters.

At six weeks old, I knew the difference between the alert and the all-clear and my father had been working down the mines, and he started singing me to sleep. When I started joining in, it put the wind up Hitler, and shortly afterwards he topped himself, as he couldn’t stand the noise!

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