This is an entry in a year-long project to post-blog the demobilisation experience for British servicemen at the end of the Second World War. See here for an introduction to the project and here for a brief overview of the demobilisation process.
James Lansdale Hodson reports on a conversation with a Dublin taxi-driver:
"'Would you be in the RAF now?'
'Yes'.
'I was demobbed meself last month.'
'Oh really? In the RAF too?'
'Sure I was.'
'Flying?'
'Sure I was now.'
'Which squadron were you in?'
'Now, which Squadron? Now, let me see - sure I just don't recall the number.'
' Were you a pilot?'
'Faith, no!' I was a rear-gunner; shot down over Berlin; invalided out.'
'What sort of aircraft was it?'
'Now, let me see now. What would it be? Oh, now I have it. 'Twas a Spitfire - yes, av course, a Spitfire.'"
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