GI BRIDES – June’s Story: Exclusive Bonus Ebook. Duncan Barrett

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      Suddenly, she noticed the time: it was twenty to ten, and she was about to miss her bus. ‘Oh my God – I’ve got to go!’ she cried.

      June raced to the bus stop, but to her dismay the bus was drawing away just as she arrived. She remembered her father’s words, and knew that if she waited for another one to come along, she would never get home by 10 p.m. There was only one thing for it: she would have to run all the way home.

      It wasn’t easy running in her heels, but June was still so high from jitterbugging that she felt she was almost flying down the road. As the bus made its first stop, June wasn’t far behind it, and by the time it made its second, right by the Lister Tavern, June was there to meet it. She sauntered into the pub just as it was closing, and her father nodded approvingly, assuming, just as she had hoped, that she had made the bus.

      After her first taste of dancing with the Americans, June couldn’t stay away, and soon she and Margaret were going to the Grand Casino almost every night after work. She was barely ever home, except to sleep, and she couldn’t have been happier.

      The Midland Hotel had also become something of a GI hangout, and on the nights when they weren’t jitterbugging away, June and Margaret could be found in the hotel’s lounge. The girls were soon being invited on double dates and quickly discovered that spending time with the GIs had other benefits apart from the inevitable jitterbugging. Thanks to the US Army Post Exchange, or ‘PX’, they could buy all manner of things that the Brits had been unable to get under rationing – as well as some things they had never known they’d been missing. Silk stockings, nail polish, perfume, lipstick, cigarettes, chewing gum, Hershey bars, Snickers, Life Savers and even oranges – which were so scarce in England that they could only be bought once a month for children and pregnant women – were among the items they doled out.

      The men showered June with the traditional GI gifts, but there was only one thing she really wanted from each of them: the metal rank insignia that they wore on their uniforms. After extracting the little tokens from her various suitors she began making a charm bracelet out of them, which she wore proudly at all times.

      After the Midland Hotel and the Grand Casino closed for the evening, June would sometimes take her American friends back to her parents’ pub, for one of her dad’s lock-ins, so that the fun could continue. The black-out drapes proved to be a handy way of disguising these late-night drinking sessions, and although June had avoided spending time in the pub before, now that the Americans were there it felt like a different place.

      Before long, the Lister Tavern was being frequented by many GIs, much to Mr and Mrs Baker’s delight. A salt seller on the bar was the usual giveaway that a pub had become Yank-friendly – the Americans found British beer unpalatable, particularly in its watered-down wartime variety, and would often add salt or shots of whisky to make it taste better.

      When they found out Mr Baker was a cigar smoker, some of the Americans began turning up with cigars for him, as well as packets of cigarettes for Mrs Baker. One young officer June brought back to the pub, Woody, even turned up with some brand-new shoes from the PX for her dad, having heard him complain that he didn’t have enough ration coupons to buy a pair. ‘You bring back as many Americans as you like, love!’ her father said happily.

      However, he was still as strict as ever about timekeeping, and if June arrived even a few minutes after ten he would give her an earful.

      One evening, June and Margaret were out in town when a couple of American officers came up to them.

      ‘Hey, girls, wanna go to a dance?’ one of them asked. He was tall and handsome, and June was already eyeing up the insignia on his jacket for her charm bracelet. ‘It’s back on the base, but we got transportation,’ he told them.

      ‘I promised my parents I wouldn’t be late tonight,’ said Margaret sadly.

      ‘I’ll come!’ said June. She wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity to go to a real American army base.

      Soon June and a group of other girls the officers had picked up were being driven out of town in a bus. At the base, the party was in full swing and the place was swarming with GIs and girls, all dancing with even more enthusiasm than they did at the Grand Casino. June was in her element as she and the tall, dark officer, whose name turned out to be Chuck, joined the rest of the crowd.

      When the band took a rest, a compere came onto the stage to draw a raffle. ‘I got you a ticket,’ Chuck said, handing June a little blue paper ticket with the number 476 on it.

      ‘Ooh, thank you!’ she said.

      ‘Number thirty-two. Thirty-two,’ said the man on the stage, and a blonde girl jumped up and down squealing with excitement. She rushed up onstage, where she was presented with a pair of silk stockings.

      ‘Look what I got!’ she cried, when she returned to her friends, and they all reached over to touch the soft material.

      Next, a girl won a bottle of bright-red nail varnish and returned brandishing it proudly.

      ‘And now,’ said the compere, ‘whichever guy is with the girl who wins this prize is going to be the luckiest one of the night. Number 476 come up to the front!’

      June gaped in astonishment as she realised it was her number. ‘You won, sugar!’ Chuck said, ushering her up. Suddenly feeling very shy, June stepped up onto the stage, where she was presented with a skimpy two-piece swimsuit. The term bikini had not yet been coined, but in America the designs had already begun shrinking.

      A big ‘Woooo!’ went up from the crowd and June blushed as she returned to Chuck – who was being clapped on the back by the men around him. June couldn’t imagine herself ever wearing the swimsuit, but that didn’t dampen her excitement. As she clutched it, she kept thinking: oh my God, this is from America!

      Elated by her win, she and Chuck danced all night, and were among the last to leave the hangar. But to June’s horror, she discovered she had missed the army bus back. ‘What am I going to do?’ she asked Chuck, terrified at the thought of her dad’s fury if she was late home.

      ‘Sorry, doll, you’ll just have to stay here tonight,’ he replied. ‘I’ll sneak you into my room.’

      June wasn’t the only girl to have miscalculated, and that night four of them slept in the men’s quarters. June shared a bed with one of the girls, while Chuck chivalrously took the floor. But all night she cursed herself for what she had done. Here she was, in a strange man’s room, with no way of letting her parents know she was safe. She dreaded to think what her father would say.

      In the morning, the girls were bussed back into Birmingham and dropped off one by one. June was the last to get home, and when she arrived her dad exploded at her. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ he shouted. ‘We’ve been up all night waiting for you!’

      Then he spied the string of the swimsuit that June had stuffed into her coat pocket.

      ‘What’s this?’ he demanded, pulling on it. Out came the bra of the skimpy two-piece, which Mr Baker held aloft in horror.

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