christen at St Marks said:
My old man was a Marine Commando during WW2,he never talked about it till towards the end of his life,he never bragged to his mates,he was a Marine ,he got hit by shrapnell in France as he turned to his mate his mates head was missing,he came back to England got his leg fixed up and went back working behind enemy lines taking prisoners, he never made any more mates,he had many more tales before he died,he never bothered with his medals,he was a mad City fan all his life, he was 18 when he joined up FFS( think about it)
My dad is quite similar,he very rarely talked about what he had been through in the war,from the d day landings to the jungles of burma fighting the japanese and he was also a marine (bootie)
Earlier this year i persuaded him to travel back to the beaches of normandy for the 65th anniversary of the d day landings thanks to the heroes return lottery funding,this was the first time he had ever been back there since he was a young 19 year old royal marine commando on that grey stormy morning on june the 6th 1944 where he waded ashore onto juno beach with what we can only imagine horrors going on around him.
The trip has you can imagine was very emotional especially standing with him on that now tranquill beach with children playing in the sand with a big old grey german bunker in the background and laying our poppy cross on the beach....then the the visits to the cemetaries where walking past the rows and rows of boys aged 17 18 19 20 row after row with tears coming down my face.
We met the british and french prime ministers and prince charles and my dad was awarded a bar from the french,but they paled into insignifigence compared to meeting some of the old veterans and listerning to their storys,they were the true VIPs
A truely humbling experience and we owe them so much......WE MUST NEVER FORGET
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