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When the PA system announced that we were in Wellington we felt safe again. We were a pretty beat-up, dishevelled bunch of guys and our clothes were in tatters. Our uniforms consisted of nothing more than ragged shirts, and decaying dungarees. No underwear or socks. Boots without laces, the soles fi lled with holes and the uppers growing to our feet like a second skin held together by sweat and the fetid filth of the jungle. James Don Jones The sound of the band playing “Now is the Hour” the song that would remind us forever of the country we’d claimed as our own came skipping over the water and wrapped itself around our breaking hearts Eldon Mike Meyer Even though thirty eight years had passed since we had last seen each other, on my arrival in Los Angeles we immediately recognised each other. Apart from looking older he was still the tall, handsome guy I’d fallen in love with in 1943. Joyce Powell I had a phrenetic urge to scan the names knowing full well there would be no one I recognised. I was on a grief stricken, emotional roller coaster roll and wanted to remain that way so I could mourn for the brave, young servicemen I’d never known. Joan Ellis

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My name is Joan Ellis. I am the author of 'A String of Pearls'. A book published in 2006 which is a compilation of letters and stories from New Zealand woman and US marines who tell how it was to grow up in a world at war and what it was like for them in New Zealand during WW11. I am at present working on a sequel to that book and also working on my life story which tells of growing up during the depression years, and how the women of that era coped with those bleak days, and the result of the sacrifices they made to ensure their children were educated in a manner which enabled them to gain worthwhile employment in the post war years, I can be contacted at joelde@paradise.net.nz

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