The American Air Force
by Ray Pidgley
My sister, whose name was Patricia (Pat)Pidgley, worked in a munitions dump near Romsey somewhere, and one afternoon when she alighted from the works bus she was hit by a truck that was passing the school next door, and luckily she only hurt her leg.
She met an American Air Force Corporal that was stationed near Ibsley, just before he was sent to France, his name was Leroy Clarence Miller, and they were married in a rush at Ringwood Registry Office, and then he left for France.
She went to America on the Queen Mary to join her husband when the war ended, and is still there now, in Cincinatti, Ohio, and we have visited her several times, and her and her children have been back here to visit us.
Unfortunately her husband died some time ago with Cancer, but she is still battling on, she must be getting on for ninety.
I can remember when the Town Hall (next to the butchers)in Fordingbridge. was occupied by American Troops, and I think that there should be a memorial to those Americans in Fordingbridge, many who gave their lives for our feedom.
The 'Fighting Cocks' at Godshill where we lived was always crowded with American Troops, and they used to park their jeeps down the lane next to the pub, by Charley White's farm.