Posts Tagged ‘world war 2’

There You Go…

August 24, 2015


Codename Lisette

January 15, 2015


The Toe of Italy, September 1943

January 30, 2013


The camp they were staying in was called ‘Hell 1’.

Nobby was laid out with the dead.  He was suffering from infectious hepatitus.  He lay, for three days, unconscious on a miliatry aircraft.  A passing American soldier saw a limb twitch and alerted the medical authorities.  Nobby had been saved from being buried alive. He was transferred to a miitary hospital.  Nobby was in a coma for two more days.  When he came round the other patients on the ward were gathered around his bed.  ‘We’ve been taking bets on your chances of recovery,’ one of them said.  ‘Every man who has occupied that bed has ended up dead.’

They chatted and played cards but the food was bland and in short supply.

The days passed by.

To be continued…

Nobby in Siciliy

Nobby in Siciliy

Farmer's Daughter

Farmer’s Daughter

Sicilian Family

Sicilian Family



Flying Blind

November 20, 2012

I have no navigator
I have no rear gunner
I have no radar
I have no lucky charm
I have been disarmed
I am flying blind

Pale Butterflies

February 26, 2009

pale butterflies

The History Society. They slipped into the lecture theatre and sat there for half an hour listening to heartbreaking anecdotes about the Blitz. But even this did not succeed in penetrating the cocoon they had created for themselves. An old man in a threadbare army uniform sat on the stage, articulating his memories. ‘I was overseas for a long time. My wife lived in the East End. She was claustrophobic and hated being pressed up against others. She hated the odour that emanated from the bodies of those around her: stale sweat and damp overcoats. So she would not go to the shelter. She stayed home. Every night she would take the barbiturates the doctors prescribed for her. As soon as she heard the sirens she would pop one into her mouth and slip beneath the bedsheets. The cat would jump onto the bed and sit perched on the pillow beside her. And she would fall asleep.

The air raid warden would try to persuade her but to no avail. Short of removing her by force there was nothing they could do. Eventually they gave up. ‘Oh sod you. You do whatever you want to do. I have more deserving people to deal with. One thing I can guarantee is that if you go on like this you won’t survive the night.’ Then he strode towards the door without looking back. And you know something: she’s still here.’ he flashed a toothless grin. He pointed at the auditorium. His wife was sitting in the front row. The audience stood up to applaud her.

Two Minutes a Year

November 11, 2008




Faded Photographs

September 28, 2008

..of World War II on Flickr.




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