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Rosy entertains the Terriers off to France. Many thousands of these men would never again return to the shores of our Island.
A story of the Second World War seen through the eyes of the artist and author of this page.
The outbreak of the second world war.
Men and Machines at various times through daytime and night made their journey to the Newport Docks down through Maesglas Avenue.
The soldiers of the B.E.F. Marched from Tredegar Park on the outskirts of the then town of Newport Monmouthshire.
Billeted under the Canvas in this Park In row on row of the old familiar bell tent. The familiar smell of a soldier of blanko and Brasso and the clatter of boots on lattice mud preventing walkways on grass that once grew green and bright. Many of those men little realised would be the last hours of their lives in this Country.
they camped until ready to march away to the awaiting ships at Newport docks and on to France or the Low Countries.
History will recite a story of
the generations so willing to give in Sacrifice to help other people in parts of this world.
Men who came from the various part of this country serving with the various regiments of the British Army like the Oxford and Bucks Royal Engineers, Artillery and many more numerous different named Regiments.
The shining brass cap and shoulder badges.
It soon became a new collecting craze of the school boy youngsters.
Eventually these men ended up on the Beaches of Dunkirk in one of the biggest evacuation of the war. Snatching from the German forces a victory. Which could have been nearly a total defeat for our forces.
In What seemed a patient never ending line of waiting men in wave swept beaches wading to the limits of their height in salt water.
Boarding the awaiting small ships they withdraw to this island to live and fight again.
Many small boats from the River Usk it is told made the trip to bring back the soldiers.
One small boat that had made the rescue mission was moored for many years in the river. Not far from the St Julians hotel. Its owner and skipper lived in one of the adjacent houses on the riverbank.

Mrs. Rosy Cueto who entertained the Troops.
Dressed in the attire of a Scottish Irlander.only the Sporran was a humming stinking salt fish.
Smelt like fish market or something had crawled up a rats backside and died. Welsh Humour at its best.
Free gifts of Cigarettes and chocolate etc were given to the marching men. All from the proceeds by the collection of pennies and voluntary work of the Avenue of neighbours.
These local part time soldiers were at summer training Camp with the Territorial Army.
Wives and girl friends of many of these men were surprised the sudden appearance and shock of seeing their Husband or boy friend in the ranks of the marching soldiers who they thought to be safe at annual Summer Camp.
Many of these men lived in the local area. and the gasp of surprise of many a young wife or girl friend could be heard.
Many of the young elements among the crowd and myself did not understand the tears and anguish of those with their loved ones among the ranks of soldiers seen marching away.
Little did we realise our lives would be changed for ever as these events unfolded. And soon would come the time for many more of us to be marched away.
The Cousin of the author victor was among those who marched away.
Believed Engaged in the rear Guard action around Cambrai.
Bert Palfrey who had joined the Territorial Royal Engineers.
Was taken Prisoner of war. Spending the rest of the war in Stalag 3.
We now owe so much to these generations. Remember them well. But for those men in the path of the enemy so long ago. No speech of freedom or protest would we have in present time.
If you lay down before any enemy. The foe will walk all over you and enslave.
Please visit via link page and painting of this event at authors site depicted scene of times past of this event in Remembrance of some of those who marched away.

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