My Father fought in Burma & Malaya during the Second World War.
He has been dead for over five years now. He retired to Nottingham as a Major Quarter Master in what was then the RAOC. Every time we go up to visit my Mother I am reminded of him by a sign we pass for the now retitled Royal Logistics Corps.
I was looking at his Commissioning Warrant only a matter of weeks ago. He kept it in a drawer with his medals. As I looked at these objects I realised how important what he and millions of others did was for us who survive today.
I miss him dearly but he led by a wonderful example and it has always struck me that much of what he must have seen was too awful for him to talk about. I am sure he was not the only one.
He is survived by two wonderful Grandsons & perhaps they too are an expression of the very freedom so many people fought to see would not perish from this world.
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