I suppose that among us rather geriatric members there are tales to tell, I only found out mine a couple of years ago, but all of us here despite our various politics, feelings and inclinations have a great debt to those who went before us. I may tell mine later.
Thank you for that, I'll wait a while but I'm sure that there are many tales among us that show why we owe so much to our parents and theirs too
When life gives you lemons, add them to your gin & tonic
The story of my great uncle was that he came home on leave from the 1st WW and went nuts shooting the ceiling, those days the soldiers bought their weapons home.
He returned to the front and was killed at the som aged 23.
My great grandfather fought in the Boar war and also the 1st WW surviving both.
Headstone of the grandad I never met, although a few month on from D-Day landings. We visited Rouen Military Cemetery France, last summer en-route back to the tunnel, which is where his remains are interned, I don't know the details, apart from my dad telling me his aircraft was shot down.
I added picture of my grandad, with a short note, Mrs R knitted the wool red poppy.
I lost my Dad last month, he was too young to serve, but remembers dog fights over Nottingham at night dependant on the glow in the sky could telll where had been bombed Derby Nottingham or Sheffield
My mother tells the antics of grandad on the blackmarket gas mask drills at school
My uncles older than my mother wer einvolved Monte Casin and Dunkerque My uncle Arthur a Chindit not many know or remember them but fought the Japanese campaign and Uncle Jess was a fireman in Liverpool.
Only saying to my lady friend tonight despite my parents stories toaday it occured to me couldnt ask my Dad what he remembered of D day as a boy of 13/14
I watched the ceremony today .President Trump must have been asid ehinsle alll our armed forces including the verterans well turned out , drilled and Marched perfect we gave the pomp and ceremony
Just for an hour today we put the Great back in Britain showed that resolve and discipline the world has always admired.
Lest we never forget
My Dad was a D-Day veteran. He drove a DUKW onto Gold beach in the second wave at 11am on the 6th. He never spoke about it until a few years before his death 10 years ago when he was taken to the D-Day museum in Portsmouth, when suddenly he saw a DUKW and started to talk about how they worked but never spoke about the landings. We tried to get him to visit the beaches but he never wanted to return there.
my dads biggest grumble about the war was that he’d served 9 years and left in 38 got called back up as a reservist in 39 but had lost his pension continuity, a royal engineer himself he’d served all over and talked often of his prewar years but not much about the fighting ,
as an aside went to pegasus bridge in absolute awe of the glider pilots cast of over open sea twenty miles from their target landed five wooden gliders the size of our motorhomes within an area the size of a football field from the target33B79639-D67A-4EB2-A438-FE6C026D2690.jpg
My Dad was a cook in the army, gawds knows how because he couldn't boil an egg - terrible cook, only beaten by my Mother!
Dad served in Italy and Aden and hated every minute of it, even though he never heard or saw 'action'.
I take my hat off to the veterans, this is their day, brave souls all.
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