I STILL REMEMBER THE YANKS, ALMOST MORE THAN I DO THE WAR A Suffolk woman. It was August 1943 and the inhabitants of Kings Thorpe had lived with the idea of invasion for some time but by the Germans, not the Americans. The village had never seen anything like them before certainly they were different with their wealth, their glamour, and their louche but romantic uniforms. Some of the older villagers, like the Brigadier, resented them on sight, others welcomed them with weak tea and fish paste sandwiches. But in some lives they were to make a long-lasting and emotional impact most especially young Sally Barnet from the bakery, Agnes Dawe, the Rectors daughter, and newly-widowed Lady Beauchamp from the Manor.