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D-Day invasion, explosion wounds combined with depression and poverty, had created absolute misery for the author.

The Second-World-War caused far greater world-wide deaths and destruction and lasted much longer than the First World War. Before D-Day began, an ‘information-black-out’ was enforced across southern England. The absence of that information, means that there are not any available newsreels, which show the devastating, hell-on-earth Nazi bombings, which tried to conquer the armour-crammed invasion fleet, before it began its channel journey. Assembly-dock-areas, such as Portsmouth, suffered crushing, incessant poundings by Hitler’s new ‘buzz-bomb-rockets’ and by bombers. The devastation of property and service lives matched catastrophes on the other side of the English-channel; but secrecy squashed any pictures of the invasion-blitz relating to the England side of the channel!

The airborne bombers from Nazi skies, repeatedly appeared every twenty minutes during night and day, to bombard and devastate everything in sight at Portsmouth! Every twenty-four hours was replicating another ‘mass-murder’ ‘western-style’ ‘hanging day’ for several people. Therefore, no one knew if this concentrated bomb-detonating-day was going to be their own last day on earth. The chest-crushing blast-pressures, coupled with the deafening, replying discharges, from a seeming million anti-aircraft guns on ships and docks, created the edge of human madness in a ‘Dante-Inferno’. Every single day might be their own last fateful day for the ‘bombers rope’ to thrust itself around their own neck for their personal ‘big-drop-demise’ to oblivion and eternity. A group comprised of dear friends and a cousin from that group, who was equal to a brother,just simply disappeared without any trace of his uniformed body. The German spy network also probably knew that the allied supreme commander’s headquarters of Dwight Eisenhower, were in the Portsmouth area!

Regrettably, a costly D-Day ‘exhibition centre’ in the Portsmouth-Southsea area now, unfortunately, ignores the grim ‘spilt blood and guts’, and the ‘realities of severed body parts’, relating to the assembled D-Day fleet. I feel that All the grim, truthful, realities and off-putting disasters of war should be displayed to all children; instead of the ‘flag waving, gold-braided-glory’. The photographed smiles of service-men made them appear to be merely embarking on a peaceful Sunday afternoon sail, without even showing the realities of waterproofing condoms over the muzzles of their rifles. Unfortunately, war-records seem to suggest that only London suffered from the first buzz bomb attacks.

The author was conscripted to the Royal Navy during this Second World War following his grandmother’s persistence in speaking to him in the German language since he was a child. A Lieutenant Commander (N. Horrocks) had accordingly suggested service in the Special Branch, and the author became a C.W. candidate, which leads to Sub-Lieutenant Commissions. He instantly found himself at the heart of something that eventually proved to be his misery.

He had acquired advanced mathematical dexterity during six years of spare-time ‘hard graft’ at Burnley technical college, and from additional correspondence courses while in civilian life. This had propelled him to become known as a general mathematical adviser within his area. Consequently, during practice D-Day invasions over sea, swamp and rugged cliff terrain, he was surprised to find himself in a cliff-top fort overlooking the whole scene. He helped co-ordinate messages from various sea and land groups for a supreme commander called Dwight Eisenhower - whom he did not then recognise! The bulk of the authors mind was mostly centred elsewhere - on what he considered to be far more important human issues.

In this wartime D-Day Navy scramble for war supremacy, he had developed his existing awareness of systems, gizmos, gadgets and contraptions, which his family background had also fostered within him during building large, original, extravagant and professional, stage-magic illusions. These big illusions had been evidenced at Blackpool and in various theatres such as the Manchester Palace while a German booking was cancelled during the week war was declared. The whole experiences from these collectively exposed, and confidence building episodes, had eventually helped him to shape-up to his future experiences which would improve Einstein’s ‘Strange-Time’'Time-Warp' discoveries.The author had discovered and revealed ‘Future-Peculiar-Time’; which would radically alter the already saturated ‘Past-Peculiar-Time' war world, and that discovery has since become famous.

During this war period, he had already formulated original plans and invented a new process, which one ‘Stockheath Officer’ in the Portsmouth Command, desperately tried to extract from him before he could patent it! He also acquired the ‘get-up—and-go’ confidence that sprang from his strict, disciplined, ‘power of command’ training, and the aggressive ‘get-them-before-they-get-you’ instructions!

His own possibility of immediate oblivion had fostered an extremely open-mind, which was ready to try anything, to accept and apply this new science to himself and the whole world. The war and pauper poverty, with fuel, food rationing initially also tested life to its limits. The rationing quagmire, caused severe shortages of food, housing, fuel, clothes and bread rationing. The author could only find a two roomed house that had one cold tap and one door to the outside world. The toilet was 50 yards away across a cobbled street. This predicament needed a far more ‘revolutionary science backbone’ than all the collective guts and initiatives acquired to fight the war! Unlike many other service personel, he soon began to elivate imself to ever greater areas of life because of his patents. The first collapsible folding umbrella in the whole world, which is now used throughout the world was invented during the war, then produced and patented in that lowly house - from scarce materials. Magnetostriction coils were personally wound by his wife Joan, which led to hospital ultrascans. A very tiny power-laser accidentally blocked a whole road-network of roads in Torquay, which involved the police, local authority, an hotel and Southampton university. However, it was ultrascans that later confirmed Joan's terminal cancer. Her handwritten 'experiment-notes' still survive.

During the war period, he had fallen deeply in love with Joan. A ferocious 'kill or be killed war' combined with human love, sharpens emotions to a 'peak position' probably never experienced elswhere. It caused buckets of tears at the end of every service-leave that meant another departure to a killing war. He married Joan immediately after D-Day while the war still raged and he was in the Royal Navy (Special Branch). Tragically, Joan died several years later and although he happily married again, he still misses her presence more than words can ever express. During his final war period in the Navy, he had been ordered to secretly wear civilian clothes, but keep every bit of ‘Navy-armour-kit’, including all arctic and tropical gear, within easy reach, for possible lone activity. His instructions included finding civian lodgings in any ordinary family council-house in the Liverpool area. He was then to be given any future directives through the local labour exchange. But despite hanging around that exchange and contacting the Navy, further instructions never arrived at that labour exchange.

It seemed that the war-authorities of that unstable period in the fight-conflict, had thought the German ground-forces might overrun our early, slender foothold, invasion, defence lines in France. The sneaky ‘Nazi-machine’ might break through any weak area, dash to the coast, speed across the channel, and invade England. Because the author understood the German language of his grandmother, he had, accordingly, been trained into the 'power of command ways’, and able to survive alone. Every war-service meal without exception, over a previous period of several months had contained the body-parts of dead cockroaches. Therefore, rich cake loaded with unrationed whole walnuts and dates scounged from health-stores were posted to him on a daily basis from home.

He was never recalled to the European war again, because all the front-lines in France held firm. However, a few years later, he was amazed to receive 'calling up papers' for the Korean war, even though he had moved from Bacup to reside in Blackpool. However, he was contemplating his already war injured jaw, which dislocated several times a day, while he watched the red, evening sun, dip into the Blackpool sea. He was standing opposite the tower, and it was then that he decided to move, reside elswhere and never enter any war again. When his European-war demob-day had previously come, he had been sent the necessary 'release papers' through the post. He therefore did not recieve the usual 'demob suit' shoes or hat, but he retained all his Navy Kit. He therefore only had his old Navy clothes to wear - stripped of their Navy regalia.

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