In February 1941, Harry received his call up papers.  He had wanted to join the Royal Navy, but it seemed they had enough recruits on that day, and my Dad ended up in the Royal Air Force.
He began his training at the Vicker’s Camp in Morecambe, where for two months in the summer of 1941 he became a member of the ‘Brylcreem Boys’, a bunch of like-minded young men thrown together for the purposes of training them for war.
The following summer he was posted to Gatwick, presumably to continue his training.  He ended up as an armourer.