My family history in war starts from the day my grandfather, went with 6th dragoons from Hampshire in which his regiment was converted in to horse artillery and fought in plaistine. Were he ended up in Syria. He then came out of the army and joined the Metropoliton police in which in ww2 his beat was around the docks of London in the blitz. My mother worked over in West London building the bombers for the RAF and before she could start her shift it took her 3 hours either way to get to and from work because of the bombing. My uncle was an air gunner in the RAF and my father's fame to claim was being chased down Brixton hill by a V-1.
As a boy I was one of the bombsite kids. And spent many a happy hour playing were only a
few short years before someone lived. I also lay to claim that I closed down my street. After finding some bombs and put them on Mums matelpeice and went out to play. Only to come home and find the police/firebrigade and the bomb squad!
But it is the history of this country that which the United Kigndom stood alone and dispite what the Americans say without our stand New York would have been the next target.
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