Saw my Uncle on Monday and we usually have a chat about ww2 at some point. He missed the war by a few months but was a fully trained Cromwell Tank commander by the end and yesterday he showed me in a parade ground photo of him with other commanders and sat in the front row was the regimental...
I’ve read ‘em all regarding D-Day, but Giles Milton’s latest book on had one particular story about George (?) an 18 year old frogman charged with clearing underwater mines, in the pitch black, the sea pitching him around, just off Sword beach at midnight on the eve of D-Day. Forget courage for...