Back in 1972 I started my first job as a new teacher. The head of the school had been part of the D-Day landings. He drove a truck. He was a fantastic guy and we became friends despite our differences in age and seniority. Many evenings spent in the local pub listening to his stories. Strange thing was he spoke readily of the comradeship and the light hearted moments but rarely spoke of the bravery and the fear. We owe a lot to all those who saw it as their duty to ensure my generation could live free.
Jim
Jim
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