Posted: 25/10/2013 at 21:16
My Dad was a marine architect in Devonport dockyard during the war - working out the quickest and most effective ways of repairing damaged warships and getting them to sea again as soon as possible. He and Mum were buried in their house for two days when it was bombed, and lost their six-month old daughter.
Father - in - law was on a cruiser,based mainly in Devonport, and he spent a large part of the war escorting merchant convoys to Murmansk in Northern Russia - his stories ( what we could get out of him! ), were horrendous.
Their experience and stories made me aware from an early age, of the debt we owe to them and their colleagues, and also the terrible things that happened in WW 1 - these times must never be forgotten. We owe it to all the Servicemen and women, and civilians, from those days, that our children and grandchildren are gently reminded that their present pretty comfortable lives are there thanks to those previous generations.