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At outbreak of war my Dad was a milk lorry driver and was not drafted to fight abroad. However he had to join the Home Guard and receive appropriate training. This involved him being trained to use a machine gun, the only one in Dorset, by the local Vicar. At that time there was parachute fear because people thought that the Germans could invade from the air. The Vicar told Dad to open up on anything white he saw on his night time patrols with a clear conscience. So one night he did exactly that. Upon going to examine the body he discovered he had shot the Vicar's goat.
A true story told to me by my Mum who was in floods of laughter when telling me.
A true story told to me by my Mum who was in floods of laughter when telling me.
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