Hi Dulciebun, My mother was born and brought up in a small Herefordshire village where her mother was Postmistress and her father was the village Baker. When the war broke out, eager to "do her bit" she went to work at the local munitions factory at Rotherwas in Hereford. The work was unpleasant and dangerous, so when the opportunity arose she enlisted in the ATS thinking it would be a lot safer and much more glamorous, it was neither. She spent the rest of the war living in a wooden hut heated by a pot bellied stove, spending her day's working in the stores and her nights shining a very bright light into the sky over London, making herself and her friends a target for every German aircraft that happened to be flying by on it's way to bomb the capital. She loved every minute of it and wouldn't have missed it for the world.