Margaret Henderson

My dad was in the army. He was in the first war and the second war and it was just kind of a thing that you went into the service. I joined up and I wasn’t sure what trade I wanted to be in. I decided I’d be a driver. I don’t now why, because I didn’t know one thing about a car. I went to driver training, you know, they teach you everything about a vehicle. You had to change your own oil. I mostly drove a little van, something like a Jeep. First of all, I was posted to Norfolk, to RAF Station Marham. I was there a short time and then I was posted up into Yorkshire, to Pocklington and I was there a short time and then transferred from there to Melbourne [East Yorkshire]. We were kind of a happy go-lucky outfit. And we just went along with whatever job they gave us. We didn’t have much money. The pay was very poor but we had a good time. You had different duties. You went to the motor transport section in the morning and then they would just say, we need a truck to go so and so. We need someone to take cameras, go to the camera section and take the men out to put the cameras in the planes. Or we used to go to Leeds in Yorkshire for oxygen tanks. Sometimes we took the crews out to the planes. It was kind of exciting watching them all take off, maybe a little afraid, wondering, how many were going to get back again.