Aw thank you for sharing your families stories. You have honoured them well. I too have been thinking about my Grandad a lot today and wrote a poem for him. He became very anti-war after his own experiences. I hope we learn how to be more peaceful one day 🤞
Respect to your grandfather for what he went through and his service. He really was a part of making the world a better place (or at least ridding it of a malignant form of evil), even if he doubted that a bit at the end. It was the right thing to do and he did it and we’re all better for it.
Your grandfather was obviously, a good and caring person and a hero. The very fact that we’ve been protected from the hurt he had to face ( and so sometimes made him doubt the value of his sacrifice ) show how much he protected us.
As someone who’s lost a fair few loved ones I’d like to add that he, almost certainly, knew you loved him and looked up to him for all he’d done. He would have know how you felt even if you didn’t say it aloud.
And, I fell, if we find peace and harmony in these little corners of our lives – in our neighbourhoods and work places, commutes and shopping trips – then there’s always hope we can grow that into true peace.
Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your stories. I wish I’d asked my grandad more before he died too, I was 18 and ought to have thought to ask. I regret that I know so little to pass on to my boys.
Thank you for sharing, think this part got me “But I’ll never forget this next story. During a battle, I don’t know which one, a grenade was thrown and my grandfather’s friend threw himself on it.”
The absolute bravery to sacrifice yourself like that and the mental fortitude of your grandfather to have to press on and clean up for the tank.
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What a beautiful post, Rachel. I think it was Churchill who said “never have so many owed so much to so few”.
Thank you for sharing these stories. Sadly, as our veterans are dying, we need to continue to pass on these stories.
Lest we forget. 🙏
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We do.
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Aw thank you for sharing your families stories. You have honoured them well. I too have been thinking about my Grandad a lot today and wrote a poem for him. He became very anti-war after his own experiences. I hope we learn how to be more peaceful one day 🤞
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Beautiful words. Thank you 🙏
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Respect to your grandfather for what he went through and his service. He really was a part of making the world a better place (or at least ridding it of a malignant form of evil), even if he doubted that a bit at the end. It was the right thing to do and he did it and we’re all better for it.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. 😀
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Your grandfather was obviously, a good and caring person and a hero. The very fact that we’ve been protected from the hurt he had to face ( and so sometimes made him doubt the value of his sacrifice ) show how much he protected us.
As someone who’s lost a fair few loved ones I’d like to add that he, almost certainly, knew you loved him and looked up to him for all he’d done. He would have know how you felt even if you didn’t say it aloud.
And, I fell, if we find peace and harmony in these little corners of our lives – in our neighbourhoods and work places, commutes and shopping trips – then there’s always hope we can grow that into true peace.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m touched.
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Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your stories. I wish I’d asked my grandad more before he died too, I was 18 and ought to have thought to ask. I regret that I know so little to pass on to my boys.
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Thank you for sharing, think this part got me “But I’ll never forget this next story. During a battle, I don’t know which one, a grenade was thrown and my grandfather’s friend threw himself on it.”
The absolute bravery to sacrifice yourself like that and the mental fortitude of your grandfather to have to press on and clean up for the tank.
Lest we forget…
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