Your VE Day Stories
Updated: May 7, 2020
We have started to receive stories from members about their VE day recollections! If you have a tale to tell please email them to: email@example.com
Many thanks to Danny for sharing the following recollections:
I was born on the last day of the bombing of Coventry. On the first night 500 people died.
On VE day my father said he drove a ‘kitty’ through Dresden and on one raid 250000 died, he said there was hardly a wall standing. He was still in Germany when it ended.
I was in my grandmothers garden and a German fighter took a dislike to the milk / bread man and strafed (bombs and gun fire from low flying aircraft) the roof tops for about 3/4hour. The man hid in the entry from where I was sleeping in my pram.
The only thing I know is we had a party in the street for the end of the war and sandwiches. Juice and jelly and blancmange, it was about all they could get hold of Flags and God save the king were the order of the day.
For the first 3 years of my life I was in an Air raid shelter for most of the time - after the war as a scruffy kid, I played on the bombed buildings in Hills Field. Rationing ended in 1952 and I never saw a banana or orange, when I did see one had to asked what they were………my Grandad was in the RASC (dads Army).
The following recollection is being shared by one of the Enrych Connect trustees:
My Dad and Grandfather used to go through old war time stories occasionally. Grandfather had been through the First World War and was made a captain of the Home Guard in WW2. My Dad and his younger brother were both in the Home Guard for the first years of WW2 and recounted getting lost out on exercise and having to use pretend guns and ammunition before they had enough experience to be issued with a supply.
When my Dad was old enough he joined up and was placed in the 3rd Royal Tank Regiment and was shipped into action on D Day plus 5, i.e. 5 days on from D Day. He and his regiment fought through France, then The Netherlands, Belgium and Germany. For some reason, he was selected to be the battalions interpreter (he had school boy French) so through each country he had to learn French, Dutch, German as required. They ended up being part of the unit which freed the prisoner of war camp 'Belsen', which as you can imagine was pretty horrific. There are other accounts of seeing men blown up or diving for cover is cess pits. As a school leaver Dad had got a job in Lewis's in Leicester as a window dresser whilst in the Home Guard and upon leaving the army, he signed up for school teacher training and was teaching in various Leicester schools until his retirement