My father had been a regular in the Seaforth Highlanders but left the army when he married my mother.
When war was declared, my father, being a reservist was recalled immediately to join his regiment at Fort George.
I was only 18 months old at the time but I remember seeing my father arrive home on embarcation leave dressed in his uniform and carrying his rifle and kitbag.
When my father left for France we stayed with my grandparents at 1233 Shettleston Road which was known as Bellview Cottage.
My father was with the 51st Highland Division, part of the BEF sent to France. The 51st HD was placed under the command of the French and although almost everyone knows about Dunkirk where the main BEF was evacuated, not a lot was revealed about the "men they left behind" who, having faught a vallient rearguard action against overwhelming odds, finally retreated to St Valery en Caux where out of ammunition, deprived of sleep and food for days, they eventually surrendered.
I mention the above because those who were fortunate enough to return after the war, were like my father and never mentioned what they had gone through.
To anyone who had a relative in the 51st Highland Division at St Vallery I strongly recommend reading "Dunkirk - The men they left behind" by Sean Longden.
It is a factual account of what these gallent men went through, taken from the men who actually took part.
But to get back to the subject - I well remember the sirens, the throbing sound of the German planes and the whistle of bombs dropping. On one occasion, three bombs fell quite close to us as we took cover in the Anderson Shelter in the garden of my grandparents house. It was always half full of water and we had to use Bakers Breadboards fixed to the side of the shelter to keep us above the water level.
I remember too the searchlights, probing the night sky for enemy bombers.
Next day, after the raid, all the boys collected bits of shrapnel which we used to swap amongst ourselves. There were also pieces of perspex from the planes which quite a few people made into finger rings.
We moved to 40 old Shettleston Road just before the official end of the war in Europe and I remember well that at the corner of Old Shettleston Road and Blair Street, there was a very large Emergency Water Supply, which looked like a swimming pool.
I mention this because having spoken with a number of Shettlestonians, not any of them was aware of it's exsistance.