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I really appreciate this post , my Dad was in Burma during the second world war , he didn't see my sister until she was four years old when he finally came home . So much sadness to so many people , thank you for posting this .
So many hidden words ...My dad, had to save his own life by taking someone else's, my brother has the sword. My dad also has shrapnel still embedded in his left arm, as it was thought it might cause muscle damage if removed back in the 1940's. The only negative thing he has ever said ( and this was months ago was) that he did things he never thought he would do.................................
Thank you for sharing xI really appreciate this post , my Dad was in Burma during the second world war , he didn't see my sister until she was four years old when he finally came home . So much sadness to so many people , thank you for posting this .
Mine was also in India for a time , he brought home a serious looking knife/sword called a Kukri ( sp ?)
That's very sad, but a beautifully poignant postMy Eldest brother, my mum's first born was killed on March 23rd 1945 he was 18 yrs and 3 days old. I was 4 at the time and can just about remember him. I have seven siblings, three of whom were born after his death so have no memory of him. We were brought up to remember, not just our brother but all those who lost their lives for our freedom. All grandchildren and great grandchildren have always been made aware of his existence and every year on his birthday a poppy wreath is laid on his grave in Germany through the British Legion. My youngest son pays for this, such is the respect our youngsters have for him. As a family we have a high respect for all those men, each of them somebody's son, brother, husband father, they should never be forgotten. Thank you Kat for making this post
I can't take all the credit .. @catherinecherub suggested posting here , I started the post in general chat on a different thread ...My Eldest brother, my mum's first born was killed on March 23rd 1945 he was 18 yrs and 3 days old. I was 4 at the time and can just about remember him. I have seven siblings, three of whom were born after his death so have no memory of him. We were brought up to remember, not just our brother but all those who lost their lives for our freedom. All grandchildren and great grandchildren have always been made aware of his existence and every year on his birthday a poppy wreath is laid on his grave in Germany through the British Legion. My youngest son pays for this, such is the respect our youngsters have for him. As a family we have a high respect for all those men, each of them somebody's son, brother, husband father, they should never be forgotten. Thank you Kat for making this post
Lovely idea to have this thread, thank youWe must never forget their sacrifice and I am sure all members have someone in their family who was affected. Even youngsters will probably find someone in their family tree who was killed, injured or left a widow.
Ooh, big lump in my throat reading this Poohtiggy. It's so lovely that your family go on remembering your brother and all those who lost their lives. Your family are a great example to the rest of us. xMy Eldest brother, my mum's first born was killed on March 23rd 1945 he was 18 yrs and 3 days old. I was 4 at the time and can just about remember him. I have seven siblings, three of whom were born after his death so have no memory of him. We were brought up to remember, not just our brother but all those who lost their lives for our freedom. All grandchildren and great grandchildren have always been made aware of his existence and every year on his birthday a poppy wreath is laid on his grave in Germany through the British Legion. My youngest son pays for this, such is the respect our youngsters have for him. As a family we have a high respect for all those men, each of them somebody's son, brother, husband father, they should never be forgotten. Thank you Kat for making this post
A lot of them were just boys who did not want to go but we're called up and had no choice. I look at 18 year olds today and cannot imagine any of them being sent to fight a war, they are just kids. It must have been very hard on the families to see their sons go off and maybe not return but at 18 they were considered men. Thank God times have changedWhat blows my mind is that all these men, most of them who wouldn't say boo to a goose , went to fight, for their lives and ours too . Going back to the First World War , my granddad went off to France in 1916, he was shot, sent home, operated on , recovered and was sent back to the field . He was the most mild, meek man and never spoke of the horrors , except to say that war was something that should never happen again, but it did , brave men indeed , in all the wars .
My Daughter was born on his birthday, had she been a boy we would have given him his name, her first children boy & girl twins were born on 'VE day they were 28 yesterday seems we keep getting remindersOoh, big lump in my throat reading this Poohtiggy. It's so lovely that your family go on remembering your brother and all those who lost their lives. Your family are a great example to the rest of us. x