I’ve always been interested in the history of the Second World War. It probably stems from my Dad watching any war film going when I was little…all of them ‘classics’, but the first memory I have of knowing that it affected my family was when I found out somehow that my beloved Granna could speak some Japanese. When I asked my Dad if he would tell me, I was told not to ask him because he’d been a Japanese POW during WWII.
Since then I know a lot more, both about what he went through and that my other Grandad and Nonnie served during the war. This year Mum and I have been researching our family history and found that three of my great-uncles were killed during the First World War and there were those that survived and like my Grandfathers possibly suffered for the rest of their lives for it.
So on Sunday I’ll watch the service on TV, and promise myself that next year I’ll go to our town memorial
None of us should ever forget what they have done for us.
Just to finish and because his life and that of his family fascinates me so much because I hardly knew any of them except for my Nan, this is my Great Grandfather “pop-pop”.