Just a personal note of remembrance that my dad was living off his wits on this day in Dux, Czechslovakia, having escaped from a column of PoWs being marched away from the camps in Germany. He eventually got home to my mum on May 25th, after a lift with two American PoWs in their lorry to the base in Pilsen from where he was flown home via Reims, France.
This shot of my parents was taken in 1959.
Thanks Penelope Anne @pennystot for the reminder of the date in your shot!
A small and belated September update for 2024, where I am still, after many years' membership, on 365 Project, also now posting elsewhere but wanting...
A beautiful collage and commemoration of your parents. It is so fortunate that he returned home safely. I always try to remember how much our service men did, how much they gave up to protect the world.
A well written & pictured tribute, as proud you are of your father & parents, I am certain they would have been equally as proud of you. Apart from courageous he was a handsome devil too !
He wrote it for about 6 months afterwards which was interesting as it showed a part of the transition from PoW back to civilian life. H was unwell for some years and I remember, as a child, going to visit him in the convalescent home after he had an op for a stomach ulcer (the standard treatment in those days.)
@quietpurplehaze Ah yes I have to say my early memories of Dad were that he always had a bad stomach, he vomited constantly, I remember the worms he had under his skins and once he went to stay in the Liverpool Hospital for tropical diseases, as a child I really did not understand, I just wanted a 'normal' dad.
No one ever really wins a war do they?
I never dreamt of all that I would find fulfilling in 365 project when I started it! Not being able to get my dad's diaries published has been compensated for hugely by being able to share them on here - I'll probably start on the day he got home.
He wrote it for about 6 months afterwards which was interesting as it showed a part of the transition from PoW back to civilian life. H was unwell for some years and I remember, as a child, going to visit him in the convalescent home after he had an op for a stomach ulcer (the standard treatment in those days.)
No one ever really wins a war do they?
p.s. You've sown the seed of an idea in my mind to publish some extracts from the diary after he was home. They are only very short entries.
I never dreamt of all that I would find fulfilling in 365 project when I started it! Not being able to get my dad's diaries published has been compensated for hugely by being able to share them on here - I'll probably start on the day he got home.