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Joining The Regiment

April 14, 2010 by  
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Finally, after fifteen weeks of training, our little squad of recruits was pronounced fit enough to join the Regiment, then in residence at Albuhera Barracks, Aldershot. There we were fitted out with Busby, Red tunics, Greatcoats and white webbing, the traditional uniform of the Guards. The most difficult bit of new clothing was the traditional […]

Flying under Bridges, For Fun

April 14, 2010 by  
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The writing assignment for 24th Aug. would enable me to get ahead of my tasks,so i began to give it some thought. This s ent my butterfly mind wandering, task forgotten, i delved into researching stories of Wartime Pilots flying under bridges. I began with a familiar one from my days of living in the […]

Army Enlistment

April 14, 2010 by  
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On the 1st December 1937, reaching the age of 18 years, I became old enough to join the Army to commence the second phase of my life’s plan and start getting a better education.The recruiting sergeant at Newtown, a fat jovial Sergeant, seemed eager to sign me up! A 6ft 2in youth, weighing about 15 […]

A Moment In Time

April 14, 2010 by  
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All day the sounds of gunfire, exploding shells, screaming planes, chattering machine guns, exploding bombs – all causing death and destruction. Long lines of soldiers leaving the flimsy safety of the sand dunes, the lucky ones boarding boats, and being rowed out to larger craft and survival. This was the scene on the beach at […]

A Child Remembers

April 14, 2010 by  
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The ornate gates, and imposing pillars, erected in memory of all who died in WW1, now also for WW2 ,and those who gave their lives in all wars since. A fitting cenotaph where the people of Oswestry, Shropshire, England, could meet to show their respect and gratitude to the fallen. On this day we met […]

Wimbledon – Game, Set and Match

April 14, 2010 by  
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Marching, swaggering, at the head of his troops. Arms swinging, rifles gleaming, in perfect stride. The people all smiling, waving, some even crying, For they all knew we were back from Dunkirk, Now to rest, retrain on Wimbledon Common. The assistants of that posh hairdressing salon, Leaned out of the window of the first floor, […]

We Will Remember

April 14, 2010 by  
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They went sailing, they went sailing, Far across the raging sea, There to set their people free, They went flying, they went flying, Through the dark and dangerous skies, In answer to their peoples cries. They went marching, they went marching, Through boggy marsh, and rocky slopes, To fulfil an Island peoples hopes. We were […]

War Or Peace

April 14, 2010 by  
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The World speaks of war to bring peace, It has been said so many times before, When will mankind learn this certain piece of history,it comes through love of each other, ever more. Mighty nations speak of smart bombs, Lesser ones so called dirty ones, Not caring that all end in obligatory tombs, of destruction, […]

Troopship

April 14, 2010 by  
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Crowded below deck, like cattle in transit, We sit on tables on long wooden benches, Bent almost double avoiding the hammocks, The air now foul from the sweat and smoke. We take turns for short periods on deck; Discomfort even before we sailed. Travelling just as they did in Nelson’s day. Ill timed jokes about […]

The Weston Spirit

April 14, 2010 by  
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The Weston spirit, a heart of gold, a crinkled chip, Forged together in a granite block. Born from adversity, and untold misery. From the depths of despair to fulfillment of life. Bringing hope and purpose to all in need. We remember the scenes of the Ship on fire, The billowing smoke, the cries of the […]

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