My dad was already in the army (enlisted 1936 at the age of 18) when war broke out, and he was on the tanks. He went to Egypt, India, Malta, Italy and Africa. He saw some terrible things, suffered Dysentery, Malaria, and eventually, of course, saw the war to the end. He met my mum, who was in the ATS and stationed in his home town, and they got married. They've both been gone some years now, and I still miss them.
Good Morning Thursday Maundy Thursday 28th March 2024