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Posted 15 Nov 2004.
Born just before the war started, I saw nothing strange about the war. After all, it was all of my earliest memories. Some of these are; the poor frightened soldier who hid out in the old drill hall. He tried to convince us that he was on a secret mission, and we mustn't tell any one of his whereabouts! I dont think he convinced us, and he knew it. I think I was about 6 years old, but I felt sorry for him he had the same lost frightened look on his face as I had seen on a lad that some of the older boys used to bully.
Then there was the plane that crashed into the hillside, most of the wreckage ended up in the reservoir where a local lad managed to retrieve a machine gun in the early fifties. The ships of reparation, coming into the docks as the war drew to a close, we all called them "loot ships", owing to the fact that there seemed to be as much personal belongings as there was metals and timber, etc,.
The local police visited our school and confiscated our toys,various rounds of ammo, from 0.22, 303. heavy m/c gun tracer rounds to a live mills bomb, and the odd pistol! Almost every lad, and a few of the lasses had some sort of "souviner". Of course there was the aircraft carrier that blew up just off the coast, the big muffled boom, then the thud of air shook some of the sea facing windows. The dead were being washed up along the shore front for days after. Of course there was the shore itself; every now and then we school kids would be warned to keep off the shore as there was "dangerous" ammunition/boxes/mines/items being washed up on the shore, Marvellous!
Dinner time or teatime would find a hord of wide eyed kids running all over the sands, picking up all sorts of "giud things tae play wi". These are just a few of the many, exciting, happenings in a small town in the west coast of Scotland during the war.