Mrs Sylvia Gillie, nee Grassie, of Fitzroy Close, Southampton, writes: I have a warm but sad memory of a long past day in my childhood, relating to the tragic events at Slapton Sands. During our Kingswear school holidays, my younger brother and I would walk to Mansands beach through the woods, climbing trees on the way. When on one of these walks I was startled by an unusual noise. We then came across an army camp occupied by mainly black Americans. We were somewhat bewildered, as we had never met any citizens from another country, and could not believe the wonderful welcome they gave two little urchins. Lunch was being served and we were handed billy cans which we filled to the brim – an unbelievable, rare treat in the times of rationing. On our departure, our pockets were filled with chewing gum, chocolate and other delights. The whole day was filled with laughter. What incredibly brave men they were. It was, of course, only in my adult years, this memory was explained and I came to realise the enormity of my experience and the secrecy that surrounded the aftermath which took place at Slapton. I was filled with a huge sense of sadness and only wish I had been able to attend the very belated monument erection ceremony and meet the families who attended from America. I would have welcomed the opportunity to tell them how privileged I was to have met their dear ones. A year does not go by when I make a trip to 'the tank' at Torcross to pay my own tribute of remembrance. They must not be forgotten.