My memories of D Day are much different from the brave soldiers that landed in Normandy. My beach was in Padstow in Cornwall. I arrived in Padstow in mid April 1944 the village was a restricted area. My sister and I need special permission to enter and once in were not allowed to leave. Her husband was part of the Victor Naval Commando Units training in preparation for June 6th. Of course, no one had any idea of this in the village. The beaches around the village were considered very similar to Normandy beaches. The commandos were practicing driving landing craft onto the beach at high speed. No one knew why, nor were the local fishermen particularly impressed. The commandos left the area shortly before D Day but my sister and I had to remain until late June before we could return home to London. When I say home to London, well we were in for a big surprise. The house we rented a flat in was gone. A victim to one of the first V1 flying bombs (doddlebugs) we lost everything. When going to Padstow we were only allowed one small suitcase between us. Still we didn’t have a lot to begin with so the lost was just part of the war. Many families were much worse off than we were. The most important fact was we were still alive, had we not been in Padstow I probably would’nt be here to write this story.
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