My Dad - a time served electrical engineer - was called up and sent to Aldershot, where, due to the panel not understanding that a Public School in Scotland was a bog standard local school, he was passed A1 and was to be an officer in the Royal Marines! (Although he had a life long tendency to violent seasickness, even when crossing a puddle). He was waiting for orders when he received a letter from the war office telling him to report to an aircraft factory in London?? On arrival he discovered that he was to remain a civilian but undertake Top Secret work in developing a tiny, lightweight engine to power ejector seats for fighter pilots. The public were to be kept unaware that these existed for reasons of morale??
He spent his war in London through the blitz, returned to his digs, late one night to find the whole street had been flattened by a bomb, leaving him homeless and penniless except for the 10 bob note in his overalls pocket. Then he was sent home to recover from a 2nd bout of pleurisy. His train was strafed and he spent hours lying among casualties, in the dark on the floor. With daylight, help arrived, but he was refused tea and bacon rolls by the WRVS because he was a much despise 'Civvy'.
My Mum arranged their Wedding within a week so that she could return to London with him. She spent the rest of the war in London, working as a hairdresser and Barber, which was a reserved occupation.
No Medals or Glory for my Dad. Bound by the Official Secrets Act he never told anyone 'what he did in the war'. It was my Mum who told my sister and I (in confidence) about 30 years afterwards.
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