Hear the Train Blow: The Classic Autobiography of Growing Up in the Bush

Hear the Train Blow: The Classic Autobiography of Growing Up in the Bush

Hear the Train Blow: The Classic Autobiography of Growing Up in the Bush

Hear the Train Blow: The Classic Autobiography of Growing Up in the Bush

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The troop train was so long that when we’d got through the checking barriers with our kitbags, tin helmets, gas masks and the rest of our gear we had to walk the length of ten carriages before we reached those set aside for nurses. Now, four hours later, we were all aboard – the soldiers, sailors, airmen, nursing sisters and us enlisted Voluntary Aid Detachments. The engine attempting to move off with us made slow progress.

Over on No. 2 Platform the civilians who had waited patiently for the four hours now began to wave and sing. ‘You are my sunshine,’ they sang. Most of the nurses and many of the men had parents and friends there to wave them goodbye. I looked out on to the now empty No. 1 Platform. It was as . . .

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