Though they were not fallen in the war they each played a part and thankfully all went on to live long and happy lives
None of them spoke to me about their war experiences so what little information I have has been learnt from my Parents, old photographs and my Grandfather Jack’s contributions to the book “Tigers at Dunkirk: the Leicester Regiment and the fall of France”
My Grandfather was born on the 6th December 1918. He trained as an engineer and joined the Royal Leicestershire Regiment of the Territorial army (The Tigers) in July 1939 at just 21 years of age.
My Grandfather was battalion signals officer and was dispatched to France in April 1940 equipped with a single telephone and 50 yards of telephone cable, which seems quite inadequate for the task he was expected to undertake. Jack’s favourite pipe also accompanied him to Dunkirk, this too survived the war and was puffed on continuously until Jack reached his early 80’s!
Jack was shipped out of Dunkirk on the 1st of June 1940
I’m so proud of my Grandfather, I feel this post barely scratches the surface of all that he achieved but hopefully goes some way to explain what Remembrance day means to me and why I wear my poppy with pride.
What does Remembrance Day mean to you?