A fire service memoir

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A fire service memoir

Description

The memoir written by Fred during his time with the Auxiliary Fire Service at the age of 18. He observes a land mine parachuting to earth. It landed on the fire service sub-station killing 28. He persuaded his Station Officer that he wanted out and this was agreed provided he volunteered for the RAF.

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One typewritten sheet with handwritten annotation on the reverse.

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IBCC Digital Archive

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MWhybrowFHT170690-160926-160001,
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Transcription

There were more sombre moments too! One night in November, 1940, we were on stand-down having been in the City 10 nights on end with little to eat except for the odd half-sandwich and cup of tea brought to us by the Salvation or Church Armies. A sub-station of ours just a mile awaywas[sic] also on stand-down. A raid was on as usual and we watched a land mine descending, swaying from side to side on its parachute. It fell on our Sub-Station which was a huge three storey Victorian school. When we got there a few minutes later it was nothing but a tremendous heap of dust and rubble. We dug them out and laid them in a row on a cleared pavement, they were all dead, all 28 of them, men and women. At one stage we came upon a tin hat and lifting it found a head still attached to the body, all perfectly erect and hearing no outward sign of injury. It was Tich Young. Joe, those people, men and women (not me, I wanted out and luckily persauded[sic] our Station Officer to get me release from the AFS providing I volunteered for air crew – which I promptly did) of the Fire Brigades were the bravest people I ever met. Those from the school were buried at the nearby Charlton Cemetery and whenever I am in London (not so often nowadays) I go down there and stand by their graves for a few minutes. I can remember them all, their names and their faces. When I left the AFS, they gave me a silver cigarette case, which I still have, inscribed “Fred, give them the hell they’ve given us” It was the sentiment of the time and the reason why any conscience I have is always tempered.
[underlined] OVER. [/underlined]

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[underlined] Age 18. [/underlined] Joined London Fire Brigade Auxiliary Fire Service A.F.S.

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Fred Whybrow, “A fire service memoir,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed May 17, 2022, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/10498.

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