I know I had a great uncle who served in Burma during the war.
I forget his name , but he was a good looking man with a killer moustache.
I think he survived the war,
My father was an airman in the RAF and navigated Lancasters.
I’m still not sure if his war record
My family , from their own oral histories, fought the war more on the home front.
My Grandmother , mother and Uncle Jim were bombed out of their house on Louisa Street, Everton in the Blitz and were sheltering under an upturned sofa as the windows blew in and an unexplored flying torpedo lodged itself under the kitchen floor.
During the May Blitz my great grandfather was killed when their family shelter took a direct hit. A shelter my Grandmother and Mother was running for before the bombs proceeded them.
During all of this horrendous time my Grandfather was a fireman in the Auxiliary Fire Service, who spent days and days fighting the fires in dockland Liverpool.
You can understand just why my family moved to the quiet and prejudice of North Wales.
Tonight I was late for work. Bun was up the bookcase waving paws at Roger who was fed up with the excitement. Suddenly a black shape the side on an envelope fell from the shelves onto the floor
It was my Grandfather’s Fire Badge which he saved from his wartime uniform nearly 80 years ago. It is the only physical memory I have of my Grandfather
Funny how it turned up today,