Secrets Of Radar Museum
The Secrets of Radar Museum is a small museum located near Parkwood Hospital in London, Ontario, Canada. Opened to the public in 2003, the museum was created to tell the story of the more than 6,000 Canadian World War II veterans who were recruited into a top-secret project during World War II involving radar. Drawn from every walk of life, and sent around the world, these veterans were held to an Oath of Secrecy that was not fully lifted until 1991.
The museum is an incorporated not-for-profit museum located in London, Ontario. It is committed to sharing Canadian radar history, from its earliest experimentation to recent advances, and most importantly, to the preservation of real life stories and personal experiences of the people who have worked and continue to work in radar, both military and civilian.
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