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I've deliberately separated this post from my other one as it's not about my grandparents and represents a very different side of the war.
My neighbours growing up were an older Polish couple. Very nice people. They'd both lived through WW2 and having got together after the war they moved to England and settled down.
He was born into what appears to have been a very well to do family in Poland. He was conscripted into the army and having not a single hair on his head (no eyebrows, eyelashes the guy looked like uncle fester) the CO was worried he'd be an easy target so ordered him to wear a wig. Not sure what he did after the polish defeat however back home his family consisting of father, mother, brothers and sisters (he was the eldest child) were forced out of their home one day, walked into the woods and then executed by the Germans. Quite how this man went on to lead such a 'normal' life after this I don't understand.
His wife (who I'm sure is still alive) was rounded up by the Germans. She was marched through the night to a concentration camp where she somehow managed to survive the duration of the war.
Got a couple of photos & his machete from that time. Unfortunately he is no longer around.
My maternal grandfather was something to do with food supplies, my father in law did national service in the RAF and my father had a reserved occupation as a draughtsman for Beans Industries ( which eventually became part of Triumph and then British Leyland).
My paternal grandmother also worked for Beans during the war using a fly press to stamp out parts for military trucks. Because there were no safety shields she was notable for being good enough at it to not lose any digits, her sister Mary had the same job and lost her thumb.
He ran away from home to join up under age in the first world war, he trained as a Lewis machine gunner. He was wounded in the leg (3 bullet holes) near Ypres and shipped back home and excused further front line service so trained other gunners. He was older and Married when WWII came along but scrawled "gone to join up" in lipstick on the mirror rather than face my grandmother. Being unfit through the earlier service wound he was shipped to Canada for training as an expert on the Lewis gun, after the war he returned and tried to persued my grandmother to emigrate to Canada, but instead he stayed where the family had been evacuated to in Norfolk near the broads. Here he met a factory owner on vacation and 'fixed' his ailing motor launch. He was offered a job in Leicester sorting out the looms and the family joined him there. A few years later my mother met my father in Leicester and I'm one of the products.
My mother's dad was a copper in Liverpool during WW2 and spent most of the war on the docks keeping order and stopping thieves and smugglers. He also spent a lot of time rescuing people after the bombings. Liverpool was bombed to shit so it was a fairly horrific job.
My dad's dad was in the signals. Spent a lot of time in the far east. Was one of the few to escape Singapore and spent most of 41-43 in the jungles of Malaysia, Indonesia and Thailand engagement in guerilla activities. i believe he then went to India about 43/44 as there was a threatened Japanese invasion of India but I'm unable to find much history of that.
If anyone knows about a potential Japanese invasion of India WW2 I'd be interested to know.
My thanks go out to all our relatives!
My grandad lied about his age during the first war so that he could join up. His father also lied about his age, but in the opposite direction, so that he could join up. They both got posted to the Dardanelles (although as far as is known they didn’t meet up).
https://i.imgur.com/lBpz5ZW.jpg
We did a family holiday touring Northern France and Belgium, mainly sites of battles, memorials and museums, and visited his grave when we were there.
The people responsible for the upkeep of the war graves do a first class job.
https://i.imgur.com/bAbWfY7.jpg
I haven’t particularly gone to look at war graves but there are several around there, one almost in the centre of the town and, as you say, immaculately kept.
"Nottingham is also the home of [whoever he was], who was one of the leading Spitfire pilots of the RAF, shooting down over 30 German planes before he was finally banned from East Midlands Airport."
My maternal grandfather was in the Home Guard in Mumbles.
Pretty significant. Third highest order, VC being #1.