Showing posts with label WW2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WW2. Show all posts
Thursday, October 30, 2014

Normandy Landing

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From heroic effort to the pathos of the broken dead, a child’s toy abandoned in the road, is only a single step into randomness. Why t...
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Monday, October 20, 2014

The Normandy Fahrt: A smug French moment at Pegasus Bridge

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I've fallen lamentably behind with my posts on the Normandy trip last month. Blame my life. It  took over the moment I was home. But t...
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Monday, September 29, 2014

Normandy Fahrt Day 3: Omaha Beach

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We spent our third day in France reliving the American experience on Omaha Beach. I felt I knew most of what happened there from endless...
Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Normandy Fahrt Day 2: Gott hat das letzte wort

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Our first full day begins early. (We soon discover that this will be the norm throughout - brisk breakfasts and trotting toilettes). It i...
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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Normandy Fahrt: Day 1

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I've been away. And although I've been back for several days now, my days in Normandy are still very much with me - so much so th...
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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Remembering stories

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This was where my parents had reached that evening... I've been reading Rev Ruth's remembrance memories (if that's not tauto...
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Friday, February 18, 2011

Notes on a letter from the past.

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I've just been posting another of my father's wartime letters on Letters from the Past . In this one , he is rejoicing at the confir...
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Friday, January 21, 2011

Stringent

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My current preoccupation with  Letters from the Past  means I have less time - and fewer thoughts - to post on this blog, but after a flurry...
Thursday, January 20, 2011

A blog from World War 2

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For the past week I've been reading through a box of letters written by my father to my mother in 1945. Having spent a month or so in Gl...