- Contributed by
- People in story:
- Doris Saunders
- Location of story:
- Kidbrooke - Greater London
- Background to story:
- Royal Air Force
- Article ID:
- Contributed on:
- 10 October 2005
I was at home all the time during the war. Once I joined the Air Force I used to come home every night and go again from home in the morning. I was based at Kidbrooke — it was an Army camp but we, the Air Force was based there too. The Army then moved over the other side of the road and we had the whole of the Kidbrooke there.
We all had to wear our uniforms. Instead of saluting I used to just put my fingers up to them all because I knew them — Officers and all because they’d all just started just like me.
This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the BBC Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Doris Saunders and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs Saunders fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
See more of Doris's stories:
- We weren’t prepared for war at all
- That’s how we crossed paths
- You heard the “swish” of the rocket just before it landed on the house
- All you could see was his eyes
- You’d see a queue and just jump on the end
- Climbing trees and fences
- We took notice that time!
- We had some fun with ‘em
- He’d gone all the way round
- It was lucky I’d already got married
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