I was only 19, the
girls lined up along the fence at Wollaton Park.
I liked to ride the
double deckers, I was always on the top deck.
I also loved the
fish and chips for sixpence.
I jumped in
Normandy and came back to Nottingham without a scratch.
Then I started
going to Beeston, in which I was befriended by a family called Bailey and
we toured Nottingham Castle.
My laundry was done
by some kid’s mother for yellow soap.
I also took a canoe
ride with another trooper.
We both hung out at
the Queen’s Arms Pub.
I brought a bicycle
to ride around.
The movies were
fun, when the Yanks laughed at the jokes the Brits just wondered. Then
when the Brits laughed we just looked the same way.
Then I went to
Holland and was shot in the chest.
I was then sent
back to England then sent home.