My uncles worked on the Thames during the war; it was important to keep goods coming into the country, and they were often under fire. The bombers followed the course of Thames and tried to hit the docks constantly. It was certainly no picnic, and one uncle later died from skin cancer, which was said to have been contracted by working with petroleum and getting it on his skin daily. Another uncle was a policeman in London; he too had a risky and often terrifying job. Reserved occupations were certainly not easy in many cases.
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