Keeping the memory alive. ‘Tell me about your medals?’ I asked the elderly gentleman at the war memorial this morning.
And tell me he did, but perhaps most telling of all, was the story of his coat
‘I always wear this coat when I wear my medals, it belonged to my friend, he served in Burma. I like to wear it, so I remember him.’ Time is passing and the number of men and women who served in World War II and who are here to tell the tale, is dwindling.
It was at funeral of Mr Uphilldowndale’s aunt N that we heard she had worked during the war at RAF Medmenham, and that her work for the Central Interpretation Unit had been mentioned in dispatches. We never knew, I’ve mentioned such modesty before
Gerry also has a story of exceptional bravery over on her blog, a story that almost went untold.