I'm pleased to say that we observed two minutes silence here and thankfully the 'phone didn't ring.
I wouldn't have blamed you Simon if you'd have given those people a slap, they deserved it...you would have probably got a round of applause!
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i wish i had slaped them i normally go to the service we have here in wroughton but i always observe the silence my grandad served in WW2 he used to make the backpack radios and faught to wounded once but went back to keep fighting stayed on with the army after the war to make a carrier out of the army retired a very high rank [which i cannot rememeber]
my my and dad also served in the army my mum for i think 6 years and my dad 35 ended up a captain in the RAMC
various other family members have served including my other grandad [which i didnt know very well] served after the war again as a carrier
it anoys me sometimes have to remind my freinds about it
my my and dad also served in the army my mum for i think 6 years and my dad 35 ended up a captain in the RAMC
various other family members have served including my other grandad [which i didnt know very well] served after the war again as a carrier
it anoys me sometimes have to remind my freinds about it
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Dare I say it is less relevent to kids who are say, 15-20years old?
Some of them might have to go back to there Great Great Grandfarther's before they have a family member in the First World War, maybe even the second. It is something so far in the past for them it may well be the Battle of Trafalger.
The great Wars is something that should be instilled into all kids at School, but in time they do loose there relevence in each sucsessive generation and will continue to do so.
Like I said before I am extreamly proud of my Great Grandfather's involvement, when I was a kid the stories where fasinating, they still are now but they also reveal the pain and suffering these men went through. Untill his dying day he hated the Germans with a rare passion.
Some of them might have to go back to there Great Great Grandfarther's before they have a family member in the First World War, maybe even the second. It is something so far in the past for them it may well be the Battle of Trafalger.
The great Wars is something that should be instilled into all kids at School, but in time they do loose there relevence in each sucsessive generation and will continue to do so.
Like I said before I am extreamly proud of my Great Grandfather's involvement, when I was a kid the stories where fasinating, they still are now but they also reveal the pain and suffering these men went through. Untill his dying day he hated the Germans with a rare passion.
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I had a thought for my Grandad, who was with the Engineers within the 6th Airborn division, tasked with disarming the Nazi bombs under Pegasus Bridge, just before it was 'stormed'. He was one of the first lot to fly over in the Gliders.
He also retrieved the Nazi flag from the bridge, which his mother made him burn in the garden on his return ("not having THAT anywhere near here, John"!).
Interestingly, he gave my Nan an army issue side-arm (I think he nicked it - was bit of a crafty cockeney he was!) to 'look after herself with' when he left, which promptly ended up in the docks in London!
One small story amongst so, so many brave actions and sacrifices.
Makes me angry when you hear of poppies being 'banned' here and there (Waitrose, State Banquets, etc) for fear of causing offence....
He also retrieved the Nazi flag from the bridge, which his mother made him burn in the garden on his return ("not having THAT anywhere near here, John"!).
Interestingly, he gave my Nan an army issue side-arm (I think he nicked it - was bit of a crafty cockeney he was!) to 'look after herself with' when he left, which promptly ended up in the docks in London!
One small story amongst so, so many brave actions and sacrifices.
Makes me angry when you hear of poppies being 'banned' here and there (Waitrose, State Banquets, etc) for fear of causing offence....
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Nana's right 2 minutes of silence is not enough.
I was in the ACF for 2 years and the rememberence days were something that I loved going to. It was a time when men that fought came and remembered I also loved hearing about their stories and the fact they would say that they were proud of us.
And I was proud to lead my detatchment (and at one point the battalion) to the memorials.
I have great interest in the wars, thats why I am taking History for GCSE and A level.
Andy I disagree, alot of people remember the wars, but thats only because of things such as Call Of Duty and Medal of Honour.
I was in the ACF for 2 years and the rememberence days were something that I loved going to. It was a time when men that fought came and remembered I also loved hearing about their stories and the fact they would say that they were proud of us.
And I was proud to lead my detatchment (and at one point the battalion) to the memorials.
I have great interest in the wars, thats why I am taking History for GCSE and A level.
Andy I disagree, alot of people remember the wars, but thats only because of things such as Call Of Duty and Medal of Honour.
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I stand corrected!Connor69 wrote: Andy I disagree, alot of people remember the wars, but thats only because of things such as Call Of Duty and Medal of Honour.
I love COD and MOH! COD 5 comes out mid month, time for me to get a new Graphics card and another 4gig of ram!
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my grandad was in the trenches in ww1 and thankfully came home, he never spoke of what happened as many of his mates didnt come home. my father fought in ww2 and dosnt like to talk abbout it much (apart from the time he spent in hong kong just after the war, lucky bugger) these people who risked their lives for us (and many lost theis lives) need to be remembered, i work as an aprrentice instructor and our complete facility fell silent for 2 mins (i agree not long enough) some of the lads didnt understand but they do now.
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My grandad had a hole in his side the size of a fist my Mum and Dad told me. A shrapnel wound from WW1. In hospital they poured disinfectant into it, on the hour, very hour. We are very fortunate to have been born 60 years later into a fought for and paid society. And I couldn't help welling up every Remembrance Sunday when SideshowBob was in the Army Cadets.
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Yes respect to all past and present,my grandad was in WW2 and he took some pictures that he showed me when i was a child and they still stick in my mind now! they were nothing nasty, just interesting stuff of mates and damaged buildings etc,he had a great one of a mate of his Vomiting with sea sickness,i loved that pic as a child 
I must ask my mum again to Dig them out for me,i never got a chance to have a serious chat about it as he died when i was still a child
But my great Auntie used to tell me great story's how she was in the War effort, and she worked in a factory that made parachutes
I must ask my mum again to Dig them out for me,i never got a chance to have a serious chat about it as he died when i was still a child
But my great Auntie used to tell me great story's how she was in the War effort, and she worked in a factory that made parachutes
Maybe of interest - My dad's dad served as a Polish officer in Russian army in 1916, was taken prisoner by Austrians, then escaped with some mates after killing some guards. He then just avoided death by the soviets in 1918, fought in the Polish-Soviet war 1920/21 against the Russians, lead local anti-Russian militia in eastern Poland in 20s/30s. Was sentenced to death, along with my father and aunt, again by Soviets when they invaded eastern Poland in Sept 39. They escaped but my grandad was badly beaten and left for dead in a river, before they escaped to free Lithuania. Russians invaded Lithuania 1941, family deported by Russians to Siberia. Daily rations were one cup of flour, and whatever you could steal/pick.
Escaped Siberia after near death and travelled 000s miles to reach British army in Persia. Gfather fought in Egypt, my dad was in Italy. My aunt lied about her age and joined army at 15!. My dad (20) lead one of first Polish units to capture Monte Cassino, after lying in 5" deep stone trenches under constant fire for nearly a week, splattered with the blood of his mates. He went to fight in all battles up thru Italy (Bologna etc.). They couldnt go home, because Russians were allowed to keep eastern Poland (didnt fancy Siberia again or death). Stayed in UK waiting for things to resolve......
My mum's dad fought in last year of Boer war at 14. Served in 1914-18, then as Colonel in RAOC stationed all over the place during WW2. Found out he was born in Albert Sq, Stratford.
Escaped Siberia after near death and travelled 000s miles to reach British army in Persia. Gfather fought in Egypt, my dad was in Italy. My aunt lied about her age and joined army at 15!. My dad (20) lead one of first Polish units to capture Monte Cassino, after lying in 5" deep stone trenches under constant fire for nearly a week, splattered with the blood of his mates. He went to fight in all battles up thru Italy (Bologna etc.). They couldnt go home, because Russians were allowed to keep eastern Poland (didnt fancy Siberia again or death). Stayed in UK waiting for things to resolve......
My mum's dad fought in last year of Boer war at 14. Served in 1914-18, then as Colonel in RAOC stationed all over the place during WW2. Found out he was born in Albert Sq, Stratford.
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Great story that Ian. Really interesting and quite amazing.
I don't know much about my Grandad on my fathers side. I do know his brother and his own father fought in WW1. We have some photos from that time. My Grandad was too young for WW1 and by the time WW2 came around he was too ill to join. He died at a young age well before I was born.
My maternal Great Uncle fought in the trenches. However he was delayed back from leave when his wife had a difficult delivery of their baby son and both wife and child were fighting for life for days. So he stayed by their sides and was several days late getting back.
As punishment they tied him to a gun wheel. I don't know how long for but the result was a very bad case of "shell shock".
He was eventually sent to a military hospital and then home. His hearing was damaged so the doctor didn't realise he would be overheard when he told the wife that he would probably never be able to work again.
But he must have overheard because he cut his own throat with his razor there and then.
My mother's father joined up in 1917 and never saw the trenches. Instead he was sent to India and fought up the Khyber Pass and all that. When WW2 came around he was 39 and signed up again. But it meant he was "old" compared to the other men around him. Including the officers. So they called him "Pop".
He fought the loosing battle against the Germans as they took France and ended up alone and wounded with a young and badly wounded officer that was barely out of his teens.
He carried the officer on his back for miles while trying to get to the coast. Eventually finding a horse at a farm he put the officer on that and after meeting others in retreat eventually made it to Dunkirk were after days on the beach he was wounded again.
After getting on a boat for England he was sent by train directly to a military hospital. At a Station he shouted to a railway guard to let his wife know that he was alive. The guard cycled something like 20 or 30 miles to tell my Grandmother the news.
My own father joined the Home Guard at the start of WW2 when he was 14. Then the regulars at 16. He was sent to Egypt and was there after the war too. Worked mainly as a truck driver.
My mother was in the "Land Army" working the fields. Then joined the Army as a typist. She met my Dad when the British left the middle east and he was put in charge of the motor pool.
My little brother has been in the RAF since 1978 and has worked his way up from a private to being an officer. His next promotion will be to "Wing Commander" which he hopes to do within a few years.
I don't know much about my Grandad on my fathers side. I do know his brother and his own father fought in WW1. We have some photos from that time. My Grandad was too young for WW1 and by the time WW2 came around he was too ill to join. He died at a young age well before I was born.
My maternal Great Uncle fought in the trenches. However he was delayed back from leave when his wife had a difficult delivery of their baby son and both wife and child were fighting for life for days. So he stayed by their sides and was several days late getting back.
As punishment they tied him to a gun wheel. I don't know how long for but the result was a very bad case of "shell shock".
He was eventually sent to a military hospital and then home. His hearing was damaged so the doctor didn't realise he would be overheard when he told the wife that he would probably never be able to work again.
But he must have overheard because he cut his own throat with his razor there and then.
My mother's father joined up in 1917 and never saw the trenches. Instead he was sent to India and fought up the Khyber Pass and all that. When WW2 came around he was 39 and signed up again. But it meant he was "old" compared to the other men around him. Including the officers. So they called him "Pop".
He fought the loosing battle against the Germans as they took France and ended up alone and wounded with a young and badly wounded officer that was barely out of his teens.
He carried the officer on his back for miles while trying to get to the coast. Eventually finding a horse at a farm he put the officer on that and after meeting others in retreat eventually made it to Dunkirk were after days on the beach he was wounded again.
After getting on a boat for England he was sent by train directly to a military hospital. At a Station he shouted to a railway guard to let his wife know that he was alive. The guard cycled something like 20 or 30 miles to tell my Grandmother the news.
My own father joined the Home Guard at the start of WW2 when he was 14. Then the regulars at 16. He was sent to Egypt and was there after the war too. Worked mainly as a truck driver.
My mother was in the "Land Army" working the fields. Then joined the Army as a typist. She met my Dad when the British left the middle east and he was put in charge of the motor pool.
My little brother has been in the RAF since 1978 and has worked his way up from a private to being an officer. His next promotion will be to "Wing Commander" which he hopes to do within a few years.
I love hearing these amazing stories...I cant relate any as both of my Grand parents on both sides are dead....my fathers side was Italian and fled to Britain for Safety, wrong 
as war broke out.
My mothers side were British and both died early in my life, and my Grandad would never talk about the war to me
He would just show me articles he had kept as soveniers, from his time in the artillery
as war broke out.My mothers side were British and both died early in my life, and my Grandad would never talk about the war to me
He would just show me articles he had kept as soveniers, from his time in the artillery
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