Inside this chapel, and to my amazement, I saw what looked like a tapestry. As I studied it closer, I realised that it was the Bayeux Tapestry. I walked around looking at it-I found the part that depicted the fight that took place. After a while I found the materiel with Harold there, with the arrow in his forehead. It made me think, where was I going?
I came out, and in a strange way, I felt much better in myself.
The next move, I don’t know where we went, we just jumped into a truck, the trucks moved off to the next landing strip. Here, the routine continued, looking after myself, looking after the engines and all the others doing their jobs. This happened each time we moved forward. In due course and time, we came to a place called Melsbroek, which was just outside of Brussels.
In Brussels, my friend, and I, had some spare time where we could catch the tram and travel down into Brussels. On our first visit, we were amazed to see all the different types of ice cream in the shops, which we duly indulged ourselves by having some! The Belgians were very pleased to receive our English liberation money. We then went into the ‘Roxy Cinema’, and lo and behold, there was Errol Flynn in the ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’ doing his stuff. My pal and I, light up a cigarette in the cinema. The next thing we knew, people were coming at us from all angles, telling us to put them out. The reason being, you were not allowed to smoke in the cinema. So we abandoned the ‘Charge Of The Light Brigade’ and came out, and went for a walk round.
We returned back to the camp on a tram. At the back of the tram there was a chap who blew a hunting horn to signal that the tram was about to move off. We made this trip on several occasions.
It was here that I began to realise how far we had moved forward. To my amazement, when looking around, I noticed many large houses, which were on the side of the road. Previously, I understand, they were hangers that had been used for maintenance or whatever by the Germans. Whilst there, a film unit passed, who they were or where they went, I do not know.
The next time we went on a short break into Brussels, I found myself in a situation, which I hope I never have to experience again.
As we walked along, a person, who was one of the liberation forces civilians, he mistook my friend and I, as Germans. He pushed an automatic machine gun under my chin and screeched words, which I did not understand. Fortunately for us, there was a person on the opposite side of the road who instantly recognised us for who we were. Fortunately he spoke English and he came across and spoke to the chap with the gun, and told him that we were English airmen. He then told him to look at our caps; we had two brass buttons, which indicated that we were British, and the Germans only had one. With this, the irate chap, backed off, and left us with this stranger. To this day, I do not know the strangers name.
What followed, is very interesting. He took us to his home, a very large house, and we went in. The first thing he did was to offer us a drink, which we were grateful for. This was the first time we felt relaxed for a long time. To our surprise, he asked both of us could we sing ‘Lilly Of Laguna’, this being an old fashioned tune. Both of us said “yes”, and with that, he asked us to go along with him to another house.
This may all sound very strange, but this is what happened. We went into this other house, went inside and there he spoke to the owner and the request he made to us was can you sing ‘Lilly of Laguna’-which once again we replied “yes”. We both started singing it, here’s a little bit of it, ‘She’s my lady love, she is my love, my turtle dove, she no girl for sitting down to dream, she is the only girl Laguna knows.

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