Guess I am the odd one out, being born on the South Coast of England just before the start of WW2, so that makes me old. When war broke out, my father was stationed in South Africa listening in on German Radio transmissions. My Mother and I joined him, going by ship, which had to zig-zag all the way to avoid German U-Boats. When united, we moved to Mauritius, where my Father did the same until he had to return to England and was seconded onto HMS Egret to listen in on German E-Boats leaving Spain to attack the Atlantic Convoys. Alas, that lasted for three days before he was killed by a new German radio-controlled bomb which sank his ship, the only ship the Germans ever sank with it.
After that, it was dismal living in a basement in a south coast town, bleak, cold, hard up, food rationing and bombs dropping, but hell I enjoyed it. Oh, and a lot of Canadian troops chatting up our women including Mother who was still early 20's, are you still out there Rex?