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Alexander McInnis
Mr. McInnis was born in Port Hawkesbury, Nova Scotia, on September 7, 1919. His father was a section man for the CNR. He was the 3rd in a family of six (four brothers and one sister) of which his sister was the eldest. He joined the Cape Breton Highlanders without telling his parents when he was 20 years old. His four brothers also joined the forces. He started training in Baddeck, Nova Scotia, and then Victoria Park in Sydney until joining the West Nova Scotia Highlanders Regiment. He went overseas May 12, 1940, and trained in Aldershot for three years. In 1943 he was sent by convoy to partake in the invasion of Sicily. After helping to free the town of Agira, he was sent across to southern Italy. After taking part in the Battle of Ortona he was wounded and ended up in the hospital in England for seven months. He then moved on to France, with the Royal Hamilton Light Infantry Division. After five more months of fighting in France and Holland where he helped in freeing the port of Antwerp, he was sent home to Canada.
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We were doing a lot of deceiving the Germans because we'd drive posts in the sand and put a cape over them and they, they looked like, a gun if you had a cape over them but they were really three pieces of wood. So we, we weren't the best equipped division either eh. We didn't have too much gear but... The Battle of Britain we were, we had a ring side seat for the Battle of Britain we were, we had a Canadian fighter base, it was big, it was called Biggin Hill, the fighter base. And we had Croughton was the big airport it was the bomber airport, and then we had Gatwick in London, so we were in the centre of them and we, we, we watched the... For weeks we watched the Battle of Britain, the whole summer, the whole year we watched it.
In London, a lot of times when the city was being bombed you spent, you spent most of your time, if you had a leave, you spent it in an air raid shelter. ‘Cause there was, they were continuously bombing London. I met a lot of English people the years I was there and they were really, really fine race of people. There's not much they could do, there was no place for them to go, they had to stay and, and take what was coming, you know, the bombing of, of London and there was no place they could go. They, they took a, they took a terrible beating, but they came out of it. They, you'd meet them in the morning, they were smiling.
They took it but I don't know how much longer they would have, could have held out because they were, London was devastated. I don't think we realized how tough it really was. I don't think we realized even through Sicily, it wasn't too bad. But once you got on the mainland you got into the fighting, then you knew there was something on eh?