[Churchillspirit]

It was 1944 - I was 5 years old. With my parents at a fun fair.

I wanted to ride on the dodge'em cars and persuaded my father to let me sit in the driver's seat.

At a very severe bump I hit my head on the steering wheel and split my brow open.

My father was so mad (at himself) and would not let me out of the car.

When the ride ended, my frantic mother tried to lift me out of the car - a lot of blood at this point.

Next to her stood a soldier in uniform with his arm in a sling and a bandage on his head.

Look, said my mother to her crying child, this brave soldier is not crying.

I immediately quit bawling and acquired a respect for the military which exists to this day - 70 years later.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Welcome to the Canteen, Churchillspirit....what an interesting introduction to the military. Good job, Mom!

Thanks for sharing your story.