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- People in story:
- Ellen Hendry (nee Robinson) and family
- Location of story:
- Sunderland, North East England
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- 13 June 2005
One Saturday tea time a girl in our class at school told me “your brother's home". I said he can't be - he's in France, but he was. I hardly recognized him. He'd come straight from the battlefield. They'd been in a big battle in Boulogne and they had to dig themselves in, with no water or food. They were eventually rescued and brought back to England and on the train up to Durham. He was able to get a train to Sunderland to call in for two hours to see his family, and then he had to report to Brancepeth. He hadn’t been washed or shaved and his uniform was all dirty. Usually when they came home on leave they brought their ration book but he didn't have anything. Mother sent me out to the Pork shop to get pork sandwiches for him.
Disclaimer: Story submitted by Allison Brook at Willington Library on behalf of Mrs Ellen Hendry
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