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#war Hey all, well what an interesting weekend it's been!. We found out that the mrs Grandad was in the army during WW2 and that he was a PoW for 5yrs.
An Account from a Survivor's Daughter One of those bound to sail on the "Laconia" , that day was 'William John Murphy', known to everyone as "Billy".
Première guerre mondiale, une guerre totale I.
My grandad fought upon them fields, where poppies bloom and grew,. Where men would stand and fight, and be friends with all but a few,. Gun shots sounded, screams were heard,.
Today we will remember those who gave their lives for us and our country. At 11am we fell silent for one minute to respect and remember every single person who died fighting.
Dear Ann Hey honey not sure if your going to get this letter or not but it's worth a try.
#household There was bodies all around me, I was covered in the blood of my captain, the smell is what I remember the most, a horrible chemical stench.
@crowncottage for Tom This was written for St nazaire 60th anniversary of the British commando raids which was probably one of the bravest actions of WWII.
By Aflred Lord Tennyson Half a league half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred: 'Forward, the Light Brigade.
Horses: the forgotten heroes. _____________________ The dappled grey stallion stood shivering against the harsh weather, no protection provided to shelter him or the others.
"Stand your ground men!", said the sergeant major bold. "I said stand your fucking ground men. I will shoot the first man I see fold!". "Second rank, make ready!", the sergeant major cried.
June 6th 1944 D-Day The boat shaked as it stormed through the dark water.The men inside where ready for battle.They would be the first wave of troops on the offensive to take normandy.The fog...
-Family talking about recent goings on within the area- Mum: Did you hear about that gurka that got jumped outside of Southminster train station. Dad: Who'd be stupid enough to jump a gurka.
The lighter flickers for a moment before a strong flame lights his pipe. He breathes out the smoke and his hand stops shaking.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.