An e-mail yesterday from my mum contained this D-Day reminiscence
I have been sitting on the deck all afternoon thinking about D-Day among other things. I was nearly 16 as you know. A very grown up 16. Troops had been pouring through the Medway Towns for days on their way to the coast and the dock-yard was full of war ships.
Did I ever tell you about the Sunday morning the Centurion tanks came through? We heard this huge noise and we knew it could not be a buzz bomb as they were just about finished. My Dad said "Come on" and he and I ran up to the top of the road.
These massive tanks were rumbling along the main road. You should see what they did to the road surface! I'll never forget the sight. At least they were ours and not an invading force! Most big track vehicles had been taken down on the backs of trailers but these were way too massive.
We got a lot of waves from the guys hanging out the tops. Then a few nights later, after about 10p.m., there was the non-stop drone of the planes going over. It went on for hours. And so the end began.
Mum grew up about 30 miles south-east of London, near the mouth of the Thames.
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