For an old soldier I’m proud to call my Dad. He was lucky to live all his life; he died at home at the age of 93, 6th January 2017.
If he hadn’t come home like so many didn’t – I wouldn’t have known what it feels like to be me… a sobering thought on such a God-given day, when the November sky is blue and the House-Sparrows are chirping ever so sweetly…
Armistice Day from one corner of England, Britain, The World. We Will Remember Them…
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Boys will be boys…
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My Dad used to sing ‘D Day Dodgers’; so pleased I found this on YouTube – because he was an Eighth Army ‘D Day Dodger’.
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That’s a beautiful way of honouring our Dear Dad ❤️