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Disembarkation Day memories

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The happy go lucky faced old man,

war tunes whistling, his way down our street

tapping his stick to their various rhythms

on top of the little wall, that ran alongside of him

where { I know }  he hopes to see

left-over breadcrumbs have been placed.


As the clock is about to hurry me away to work,

I suddenly recall some of those whistled tunes,

and, I'm back on Granddad's knee again, staring up

into his age-wrinkled face, as he, is also whistling, but to the wartime somgs,

coming out of his faithful, old Bakelite radio set: Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,  It's a long way to Tipperary ( and many more of course }


I know now, but didn't at the time,  how much each one,

had, and always will have, their D-Day recollective places in his heart

and also continue inspiring their ways into mine. 





◄ Unbreakable


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Patricia Ziel

Wed 29th May 2024 18:07

It was a burden carried for us, the following generations who have not experienced anything like that.
So sweet, it's through the memories and your kind retelling that your granddad will live on.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 29th May 2024 15:30

It is a great asset of modern technology that we are able to
share the recollections of some of those who lived and fought
through momentous days in our island story Living history
indeed...with the extraordinary bonus that some remain in advanced old age to remind us as we approach the 80th
anniversary of the greatest event in replacing tyranny with hard
won freedom in our history. My own father who died when I
was barely five, served in the trenches of WW1 as a teenager
and was barely 20 and an officer when that "War to end all wars" ended. He was in uniform again for WW2 and fell victim to TB, in 1949, leaving a widow and six children. Who said life was fair? It has never been so and it is up to every one of us to
pause and acknowledge those who endured and prevailed... and do our own bit in their memory..

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