GI Brides: The wartime girls who crossed the Atlantic for love. Duncan Barrett

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      As she opened the door to the young GI, Mrs Bradley eyed him suspiciously.

      ‘Evening, ma’am,’ Andy said, taking off his hat. ‘Thank you for welcoming me to your home.’

      Sylvia could see her mother was disarmed by his politeness, and tickled by his use of the word ma’am.

      ‘Good to meet you, sir,’ he added, shaking Mr Bradley’s hand.

      Sylvia’s younger sisters, Audrey and Enid, sniggered at Andy’s funny accent. ‘Don’t you be rude to our guest,’ Mrs Bradley chastised them. ‘Andy, why don’t you come and sit down?’

      She led him into the kitchen, where she was laying out the dinner.

      They sat down to eat and Andy complimented Mrs Bradley on the food, while she started asking him all about his experience of being in England with the US Army. Sylvia was surprised to see that, in the presence of the handsome young man in uniform, Mrs Bradley became increasingly girlish and giggly, fluttering her eyelashes like a woman twenty years younger.

      The longer they chatted, the more her mother seemed to be enjoying herself, and Sylvia found she was barely getting a word in edgeways. ‘Oh, this takes me back, Andy,’ Mrs Bradley told the embarrassed young man. ‘Do you know, I went out with a couple of Australian soldiers in the last war. One of them took me to a dance at the barracks and I was wearing my long knickers – which I made myself, you know – and we were dancing the Gay Gordons when the string on my knickers broke! Here I am, hopping around, and my bloomin’ knickers fall down! I just stepped out of them, rolled them up, stuck them under my arm and carried on!’

      Andy’s tears of laughter only encouraged Mrs Bradley, who spent most of the rest of the evening regaling him with tales of her youth.

      ‘You have a real sharp mom,’ he told Sylvia approvingly, when he finally left for the night.

      ‘Thanks,’ she replied, wondering how it was that her mother seemed to have enjoyed the date more than she had.

      ‘You go out with as many Americans as you like,’ her mum told her afterwards. ‘Just make sure you bring them all home, won’t you!’

      Against all expectations, the GIs had won over yet another Englishwoman.

2

       Rae

      Rae Brewer got out of the Underground at Acton, West London, and found her way to the address she had noted down from the newspaper. She had chosen a day when she knew her mother and stepfather were out at a wedding and wouldn’t notice her absence. No one else knew it yet, but Rae was about to join up.

      She was only seventeen, but for some time she had been itching to follow her older brothers, Vic and Bill, into the Army. Despite having cascading brown locks and a striking kind of beauty, Rae had always been a tomboy, dressing herself in her brothers’ trousers, rather than the skirts her mother wanted her to wear. Her real name was Rosetta Mae, but from childhood she had gone by her less girlish nickname. She had been pleased to get a job as a drilling operator after school, but after a while she began to long to do something that would make a real difference in the war.

      She had good reason to want to fight the Germans. During the Blitz, her family had been bombed out twice in Holloway, North London – both times on the same road. Her real father had been gassed by the Germans early in the First World War and spent most of the conflict in a prison camp, returning so emaciated that he had to wear a sign around his neck with his name on it so his wife could recognise him. During the first few years of Rae’s life he was bedridden and continually fighting tuberculosis, which he had picked up in the camp. By the time she was four, he had died.

      At the recruiting office of the Auxiliary Territorial Service, physical exams were being held for the potential recruits. The girls were sent two to a cubicle to undress, and then were given the standard medical examinations. Rae felt confident that she would pass – she had always been a sporty girl, and had been an avid swimmer, before the local pool had been turned into a morgue for Blitz victims.

      Then the girls were sent to the eye doctor to check their sight. Rae’s heart sank. She had never had good vision in her left eye, and though she had learned to cope with it, she knew it would let her down.

      The doctor saw her distress. ‘How badly do you want to get in?’ he asked quietly.

      ‘Pretty badly,’ Rae whispered.

      The doctor raised her to an A3, and she was in. Rae was ecstatic.

      When she got home, her parents were still out, but her elder sister Mary was there. ‘Mary, I just went down to Acton and joined the ATS!’ she told her nervously. ‘I don’t know how I’m going to tell Mum.’

      Before she had a chance to answer, the door burst open and in walked Mr and Mrs Burton, slightly tipsy. As soon as she saw the look on her daughter’s face, Rae’s mother knew something was wrong.

      ‘What’s happened?’ she asked.

      ‘I joined the Army, Mum,’ Rae replied.

      Her mother was quiet for a moment. ‘You know I could stop you,’ she said. ‘You’re still only seventeen.’

      ‘Yes,’ said Rae, ‘but they’ll get me anyway in the end.’

      ‘All right then,’ her mother sighed. She knew there was no point in arguing with Rae once her heart was set on something.

      On the long train journey to Glencorse Barracks, a few miles south of Edinburgh, Rae’s enthusiasm and excitement only grew with every mile. Her contingent of raw recruits arrived at 11 p.m. and was met by a brusque Scottish sergeant with flaming red hair, who led them on a march to the camp. This was no mean feat, given that many of the women were wearing heels, and they couldn’t help laughing at themselves as they clip-clopped along while she barked ‘Left! Right! Left! Right!’

      The recruits made slow progress, but finally arrived at the barracks and marched into a parade ground. They were led inside a large building and told to line up with their hands on their hips, while a doctor went down the line giving each of them an injection in both arms. Next, they were taken for a hair inspection, to ensure they were free of head lice and that their hair was the regulation two inches off the collar.

      Rae hadn’t been bothered by the injections, but she was bothered now. Even when rolled up, there was no way her hair was going to be two inches above her collar.

      ‘You’ll need to have that chopped off first thing in the morning,’ the sergeant told her.

      ‘You’re not cutting my hair!’ she retorted. She viewed her long, dark locks as a source of pride.

      ‘Aye, we are,’ the woman replied. ‘Report back here at 6 a.m.’

      Before Rae had a chance to reply, the women were marched to the mess for dinner. Having lived on meagre rations, she was looking forward to a good feed, but even so she couldn’t help finding the fatty mutton that was served up almost inedible. The recruits were expected to eat every last morsel, however, and a scary-looking woman stood on guard duty by the bin, just in case any of СКАЧАТЬ