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my grandfather roy gee was born in 1915 in what was then called the bottoms a rough part of nottingham,which has been demolished.we dony know much about his childhood,but at the age of fifteen joined the regular army,he told us that he went to join up,and the seargent asked him how old he was i am sixteen he said,the seargent said go around the block buy yourself a woodbine,have a smoke,come back and then you will be old enough to join.we dont know where he trained,but we do know he was in heavy artilery,and trained at okehampton army camp where he met my grandmother.when he was abroad in the war,he always told us the funny stories never the bad times.one of his stories was,he played football for the army against a dutch side,which they won,their side must have been quite good as he said had one or two profesinals playing.but we cant remember their names.after winning their game,three were picted to go by train to paris,and watch paris play against?.he said we arrived at the station,but were to early to go to the match,so decided to go in the station cafe for a drink,well after a few drinks and a game of cards and a few more drinks we missed the match,but it was a good day.the only other bit we know about him in the war was that he was evaquated from dunkirk onto hms wolf,somehow comes to mind,this ship was then sunk and were put on a fishing boat.whilst on leave in devon he had shrapnal and other health problems.after leave he was posted to a camp near portsmouth,where he joined the catering coar,of which we have a photograph of him peeling spuds after a stint in catering he became a fireman,and then a batman for a captain,which he said,it was a great job.every day i would take the captain to headquarters,and always on the way back stop at the pub he would have a gnt,and give me a pint of beer,out side of coarse.after leaving the army he worked at the local quarry,and in his spare time became the first labour councilor in our part of devon.alsodone electioneering for a young doctor,now dr.david owen mp.after leaving the quarry he became a postman,which he worked until he retired.he never believed in rememberance day,but would always come to our house ,have a few drinks and sing a song or luliby in french,always the same one,but we cannot remember what it was called.when he died in his eighties,and i was given my promised medals,we were going through his table of drawers and came across a envelope filled up with old pictures of army mates and places in france and belgium.we always said you should have wrote a book.

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