11/11/2026
Today is the day we remember everyone who died in WWI, WWII and every subsequent conflict.
My maternal Grandfather was young during WWII and he would put out fires caused by incendiary bombs on buildings in Plymouth. He was then called up and went to Japan just after the war ended. He told me he remembers watching soldiers come back from Dunkirk and he has never seen people so exhausted. My maternal Grandmother was evacuated to Devon along with all her school. She then worked as a shorthand typist for the Plymouth Office of the Ministry of Fuel and Power.
My paternal Grandfather was also young during WWII. One night he was told by the air raid warden to get to a shelter during a raid, but ignored him and went home instead. That night, the shelter he was told to go to suffered a direct hit killing everyone inside. If he hadn't disobeyed the air raid warden, I wouldn't be here today. My paternal Grandmother grew up in Bermuda and was tasked with entertaining the American soldiers there to keep moral up (all the young women there had a booklet of dos and don'ts when taking them to dances, etc. I'm not sure if we still have this booklet)
My Uncle served with the RAF as a corporal in the 60s and 70s (his favourite posting was RAF Gan - the Maldives) and my Dad served with the RFA as a Radio Officer at the age of 17 also in the 60s and 70s. His main form of communication back then was fast morse code!
Please do share your memories or stories about family who have been involved, if you would like to.
This is a photo I took with Mumbles in the background.