Tuesday, November 11, 2008

My Old Soldier


This photo was taken a few years before my Grandfather died aged 95.

He was in the Signals attached to the Eighth Army in WW2.

He did not talk much about what he saw, but he was in North Africa and Italy.


(His brother was Kenneth)












And this a photo of my Mother, Grandmother and Auntie.

Never Forgotten.

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3 Comments:

Blogger Rosie said...

Where would we be now if it wasn't for the braveness of people like your grandfather? That handwritten note on the second photograph is so moving.

10:37 am  
Blogger Suse-the-slow-knitta said...

we must never forget that each and every soldier,sailor,doctor, nurse was someone's child.

2:27 pm  
Blogger Nic said...

I agree with Rosie, that note on the photo is so moving. I was watching the documentary about Rolf Harris finding out about his relatives in the war and what struck me was that they were more bothered about keeping the spirits up of their family back home than the horrors that they were facing.

My Grandad was in the Royal Engineers in WW2 and would never talk about it to anyone other than me when I was probably an inquisitive child because I always used to get his old war photos out and ask him about everything that was on them...things that the adults around me wouldn't dare to ask or he wouldn't tell them, my Dad says that he used to just sit and tell me allsorts. Its only now that I have grown up and I can't remember everything that he told me and he has died that I start to realise how much it affected each and every one of those soldiers who went to war so that we might live a free life.

7:06 pm  

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