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- Royal British Legion - Bury St Edmunds
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- Enid Whitfield
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- Civilian
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- A3773478
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- 11 March 2005
When the war started I was living in Egypt with my father, mother, brother and sister. In the early part of 1940 we went to Alexandria on holiday. One afternoon an army motorcycle came and told us to be ready at 8 o'clock the next morning to be taken back to Cairo. When we got back to Cairo we were told to have one suitcase each packed as we were being picked up the next morning.
It was heartbreaking to leave home, with all our possessions. We were taken to Jerusalem, where we were billeted in the Old Syrian Orphanage. My mother, brother, sister and I shared one room, with stone floors and bars on the window. We had to queue for our food with plate and cutlery. Our food was served in large army tins, and we then had to wash them up in tubs of water. Several of the small children died of dysentery. There was no school for anyone over 14, and we were there for about six months.
We were then told to pack again as we were to be picked up next day. We went by train to the southern end of the Suez Canal. We were put under canvas to await a ship, the Britannic, escorted by the cruiser Kent. We then sailed for our unknown destination.
Three weeks later, we arrived in Durban, South Africa, where we lived until the war was over.
When D-Day came, all the shops in Durban closed, and everyone went top the gardens in front of the city hall, where broadcasts from the 91热爆 were relayed over speakers telling us what was happening in Normandy. Everyone sang songs like "There'll always been an England" and "God save the King".
It was very emotional.
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