<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822</id><updated>2011-08-07T04:01:04.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere in England</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8821318173418577072</id><published>2010-07-06T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T16:35:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updates</title><content type='html'>Yeah it's been a while since I posted but since then some things have happened. Last week I was contacted by a pair of Dutch researchers from Valkenswaard (where Edward's plane crashed) who have made a website chronicling their town during the Second World War. They've asked me to include Edward's story and pictures on their website and I've agreed. Follow the link to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a a7a2ce025c="true" href="http://www.debevrijdingvanvalkenswaard.nl/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;debevrijdingvanvalkenswaard.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div fec80d253359d257545="debevrijdingvanvalkenswaard.nl" style="cursor: pointer; display: inline; height: 16px; padding-right: 16px; width: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div fec80d253359d257545="debevrijdingvanvalkenswaard.nl" style="cursor: pointer; display: inline; height: 16px; padding-right: 16px; width: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div fec80d253359d257545="debevrijdingvanvalkenswaard.nl" style="cursor: pointer; display: inline; height: 16px; padding-right: 16px; width: 16px;"&gt;(no English translation yet) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8821318173418577072?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8821318173418577072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8821318173418577072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8821318173418577072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8821318173418577072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-7043068554431364747</id><published>2009-06-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:02:57.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward's Log Book</title><content type='html'>Yes I know, I haven't updated in a while. I've scanned some pages out of Edward's log book, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBWPmeNu0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/URVsdAoczKs/s1600-h/Logone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBWPmeNu0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/URVsdAoczKs/s320/Logone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBW7CHVuxI/AAAAAAAAArY/M8TxDAY3x8k/s1600-h/logtwo_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBW7CHVuxI/AAAAAAAAArY/M8TxDAY3x8k/s320/logtwo_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBXEPWpAPI/AAAAAAAAArg/UIMj9A9dz_I/s1600-h/logthree_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBXEPWpAPI/AAAAAAAAArg/UIMj9A9dz_I/s320/logthree_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's last log entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBXOjDuLhI/AAAAAAAAAro/UcpgXBLcxLM/s1600-h/logthree_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBXOjDuLhI/AAAAAAAAAro/UcpgXBLcxLM/s320/logthree_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-7043068554431364747?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/7043068554431364747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=7043068554431364747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7043068554431364747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7043068554431364747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/06/edwards-log-book.html' title='Edward&apos;s Log Book'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SjBWPmeNu0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/URVsdAoczKs/s72-c/Logone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-3317888956640703649</id><published>2009-05-06T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:04:19.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granddad's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SgIkN75_2kI/AAAAAAAAArI/paChp0Yq-p8/s1600-h/wedding_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SgIkN75_2kI/AAAAAAAAArI/paChp0Yq-p8/s400/wedding_0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wedding of Grandad and my Nana, Joan Coxwell, November 1944.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-3317888956640703649?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/3317888956640703649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=3317888956640703649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3317888956640703649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3317888956640703649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/05/granddads-wedding.html' title='Granddad&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SgIkN75_2kI/AAAAAAAAArI/paChp0Yq-p8/s72-c/wedding_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1688011964829934244</id><published>2009-04-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:38:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Dowe: Aftermath</title><content type='html'>In the early morning hours of February 20th 1944, Edward and aircrew disappeared over Holland. News was slow reaching his family who were originally informed that he was missing in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_K2UmJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eLt_nL8M6eM/s1600-h/edward1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_K2UmJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eLt_nL8M6eM/s320/edward1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This time was never discussed in my family so I don't know how Mildred or my Great-Grandparents dealt with this news. Maybe they did assume the worst or held out hope that Edward was a POW. From the records I've found, I know Mildred wrote letter after letter to get information about her husbands whereabouts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In January 1945 the RCAF changed Edward's status to Presumed Dead. That was it. Given no concrete proof of Edward's death, Mildred did not stop her letting writing. In August of 1946 she and Edward's family finally learned the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While on their way back from Germany, Edward's crew was attacked by a German Night fighter. Their Lancaster plane crashed 2km N.E. of Valkenswaard. An investigation revealed a witness, Mrs. van Riemsdijk, who saw the plane explode 50 metres before the crash. Debris was scattered over a large area. She and other town members approached the aircraft to see if there were any survivors. Four bodies were removed and reported buried in Woensel Cemetary, Eindhoven. At the time of the investigation only two graves were marked, F/O Hancock, and Sgt. Gaynne. The rest were unknown. The towns people collected what ID discs they could and handed them over to the Red Cross.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_SLXMtdQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wUhldo0DFBA/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_SLXMtdQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wUhldo0DFBA/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_SPJKBvoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Rcwt3R_HbM4/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_SPJKBvoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Rcwt3R_HbM4/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The unknown graves were exhumed to establish identity and to see if more than one body was buried in each grave. On March 18th 1948, Mildred received her final response from the RCAF. Edward's body had been identified and buried in Plot KK, Row 1, Grave 11 in Woensel Cemetery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_TAbh2fGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/6gEPY70dQvA/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_TAbh2fGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/6gEPY70dQvA/s400/IMG_0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_S5D8zwyI/AAAAAAAAAqw/dYj4gRWqZh0/s1600-h/Dowe_EA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_S5D8zwyI/AAAAAAAAAqw/dYj4gRWqZh0/s400/Dowe_EA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mildred, I don't know what happened to her or if she re-married. I do know that every year on my Great-Grandmother's birthday she would send a dozen roses. For my Great-Grandparents, the carefully preserved photos and letters are proof enough. In 1949, Alma Dow received the medals Edward never got to wear. They are still in our possession today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Granddad wrote in the introduction to Edward's letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is important that these letters be preserved because they record some of his hopes and aspirations which by his untimely death were left to be realized by others. It is also important to remind ourselves that the price, for the freedoms we enjoy, were paid for by the thousands of young men, like him, who never counted the cost. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SfNmoULBitI/AAAAAAAAArA/PGs2oQEw0_U/s1600-h/assort_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SfNmoULBitI/AAAAAAAAArA/PGs2oQEw0_U/s400/assort_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1688011964829934244?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1688011964829934244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1688011964829934244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1688011964829934244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1688011964829934244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/04/edward-dowe-aftermath.html' title='Edward Dowe: Aftermath'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Se_K2UmJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eLt_nL8M6eM/s72-c/edward1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2809874606423543301</id><published>2009-04-09T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:47:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Images</title><content type='html'>I scanned a few things this morning, including a letter I did not previously transcribe (from Aug 6th 1943.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46uaKbMoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DR6ZgoXs5f8/s1600-h/air_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46uaKbMoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DR6ZgoXs5f8/s400/air_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46WKH3gsI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FrzFRFAMQ8s/s1600-h/air_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46f7fILQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DK2aW5mYeJI/s1600-h/air_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46f7fILQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DK2aW5mYeJI/s400/air_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46prSD77I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QIkQr-dgKf0/s1600-h/air_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46prSD77I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QIkQr-dgKf0/s400/air_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2809874606423543301?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2809874606423543301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2809874606423543301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2809874606423543301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2809874606423543301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-images.html' title='Some Images'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/Sd46uaKbMoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DR6ZgoXs5f8/s72-c/air_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-5554567669633088651</id><published>2009-03-26T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:47:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 19/20 1944</title><content type='html'>On the night of February 19th 1944, the crew of Lancaster DS776, 426 Squadron, RCAF, suited up and as Edward liked to tell in his letters "headed east for some ops." They left RAF Linton-On-Ouse for Leipzig, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what we know their bombing run was successful. Their job done, Edward's crew headed back to England. In the early morning hours of February 20th 1944, somewhere over Holland, Edward disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-5554567669633088651?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/5554567669633088651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=5554567669633088651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/5554567669633088651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/5554567669633088651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/february-1920-1944.html' title='February 19/20 1944'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1884764476850963841</id><published>2009-03-22T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:14:49.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 15 1944</title><content type='html'>Feb 15/44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice letter from you today and from Nanny yesterday. I have an awful lot of writing to catch up on tonight so its going to get me bopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to hear Milton was so sick with a cold. I hope to goodness he is over it by now and back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't going to bad ata ll except I'm grounded tonight on account of rheumatism in my shoulder but I will be okay tomorrow. The best treatment is a rub dow. I had a pretty bad cold perhaps Mildred told you about it but it's gone now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear that you and Daddy are both well and dandy. Keep that way-its cheaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nice fit in our fit place and it's dandy and warm. I guess its the dampy weather over here that brought the rheumatism back. Remember I had it three years ago when I was at Domminon Wheel and Foundries. I thought I got rid of it but I guess it take this damp English weather to start things again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear you had a nice quiet New Years, I had it the same way. Frank and I weren't together at Xmas but I saw him two weeks ago while I was on leave and he was taken back in the hospital with the flu. He is fine and dandy now. He hasn't made it up with Marjorie and don't let anyone tell you that he has. I know that for a fact. I rather imagine he has told you the same by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got robbed of 17 pounds while I was on leave some dirty individual took it out of my wallet while I was washing. It's gone now and there isn't much use worrying about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you are just as glad its a mild winter, easier on the coal. Did you have a big tree for the kids or just a small one?  Boy when Frank and I come home there will be the biggest and most heavily laden Christmas that we ever saw. Just like when Frank and I were young. We will need a big tree because the family is getting bigger you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must close for tonight I'll write soon Mom. Love to all and God Bless you and hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New address and rank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F/Sgt Dowe E.A.&lt;br /&gt;R-188197&lt;br /&gt;426 Squadron&lt;br /&gt;RCAF Overseas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1884764476850963841?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1884764476850963841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1884764476850963841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1884764476850963841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1884764476850963841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/feb-15-1944.html' title='Feb 15 1944'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-894698514263434054</id><published>2009-03-19T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:52:37.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Letter to Frank</title><content type='html'>Feb 15 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Frank-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being as late in answering your letter of a couple of weeks ago but we have been busy at night flying and I am sure you will understand. The boys are out tonight and my crew has a spare gunner-I'm grounded for rheumatism in my shoulders and arms and believe me its plenty sore. I'll be okay in a day or so-I'll make damn sure of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wait all afternoon and evening in the Beaver Club so when you didn't show up I went back to the hotel and went to bed. Next morning I came back to camp to spend the rest of my leave here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rolled for 17 quid on Thursday night- the night after the day I wrote to you up at your place. I got drunk on scotch and passed out and when I woke up all my money was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to ask you but if you can possibly [illegible] in the 25 bob you borrowed I would be much obliged. I guess you can appreciate the corner I'm in financially. Don't for God's sake write home and tell them I was drunk when I got rolled. I haven't had a drink since and I'm going to stay that way from now on. They don't know I drank and Mildred doesn't either so keep it quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have an awful lot of letters to write to everyone. It will take me hours-so help me it will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things with you? Say by the way-I think I wrote to you and explained everything about being rolled. If I did pay no attention to it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a memory like a sive. I had a letter from Mom and Dad and one from Nanny and one from Mildred a couple of days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only a short note to tell you I am still here and will try to be that way for a long time to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Brother&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-894698514263434054?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/894698514263434054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=894698514263434054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/894698514263434054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/894698514263434054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-letter-to-frank.html' title='Another Letter to Frank'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-5499047470688717281</id><published>2009-03-17T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:36:26.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Letters to Frank</title><content type='html'>Jan 18/1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Frank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received your letter today and was rather surprised to hear so soon but I'm glad because we go on 9 days leave on or about the 25th of the month. This is not definite yet but we are pretty sure and if it is your 72 hour leave will fit in perfect for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wing, it was very nice of you to get it for me. I'll keep it and wear it on my good tunic when the other wears out. I have a wing on my battle dress as a matter of fact I put it on last night so I'll do as I said I'm doing with it-okay? Thanks a million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I certainly shall come down when I get my leave no matter when it is. Don't forget to write and give me directions to get to the place. Do I have to go through London? I hope so I want to check up on my account at RCAF Hdqs so that may take me a day or so. You can forgive- if we leave here on the 25th on seeing me on the 27th sometime day or night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the boots, I'm trying but I'm afraid it might cause a little concern on some of the big boys- get what I mean? However I'll do my best nobody can do better than that okay? I'll defiantly bring the gloves. They won't be much use but I'll bring them. Don't mention about the time we had- it could and would have been better if we had have had a longer time together- oh well 9 days is pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we missed Brunswick or however you spell or say it. Moe didn't go himself. So I don't know when we will get [illegible.] I hope its pretty soon because I'm thoroughly frowned off waiting and doing practically SFA I want to get really started and get home. Commission looks to be closer might get it before long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won\t get a copy of the picture we had taken as Paul's camera broke. So long doe now and write soon but immediately with the “gem” Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now and God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your partner in crime”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 6/44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Frank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received your letter the day I arrived back from leave- I have something rather unpleasant to write about. I was rolled for 17 quid while in London so I had to head back to here on Sunday. I waited for you all afternoon and night at the Beaver Club hoping to goodness that you would show up but no luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sorry to hear you are in the hospital again. I hope you are out by now, It would [sentence illegible]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't going to bad here not doing much but getting by okay. I have been writing letters all night and my arm is really sore so this won't be a long letter. I was glad to know everything is off between you and Marjorie as you know doubt would know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next leave if you are not available I was going to our Engineer's house with Moe, Ace and Jack by the way they bought a car, yes a car a '36 Moris two door, four seats, it's a pretty food little car. They wanted me to have a share in it but these car cooperations never work anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so long for now Frankie and I hope to hear from you soon. Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-5499047470688717281?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/5499047470688717281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=5499047470688717281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/5499047470688717281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/5499047470688717281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-letters-to-frank.html' title='Two Letters to Frank'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-4199121749358912322</id><published>2009-03-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:57:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Air Gunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the skies over Afghanistan, Army Reserve soldiers selected from the 3rd Battalion, The Royal Canadian Regiment Battle Group have revived an old Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) aircrew trade: the air gunner. Flying as helicopter door gunners, these soldiers are the first Canadian air gunners to go in harm's way since 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunners have flown as aircrew since the First World War, and rose to their greatest prominence during the Second World War with the Halifax and Lancaster heavy bombers. A Lancaster crew included two gunners, one on top of the fuselage and one at the tail, and the Halifax carried three, with a nose turret as well as the tail and mid-upper positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent times, technology has replaced the air gunner in fixed-wing aircraft. Rotary aircraft are another matter, however, and the deployment of the CH-146 Griffons and CH-147 Chinooks to Kandahar has brought gunners back as integral members of helicopter crews. Helicopters flying missions in the outback of Afghanistan need gunners to protect the aircraft and their crews and cargoes. The gunner aboard a Griffon tactical helicopter also defends the transport helicopters and road convoys the Griffon escorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normally, in Canada, we operate CH-146 Griffons with a three-person crew: the aircraft captain, the first officer and the flight engineer," explained Captain Joe Rehberg, the deputy operations officer of the Canadian Helicopter Force Afghanistan. "It is the job of the flight engineer to control and operate the machine-gun on the Griffon back in Canada. Now, we are using an actual Army gunner on the machine-gun, giving us more flexibility and the maximum protection that is required for the aircraft, crew and passengers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "door-gunner" comes from the placement of two machine-guns in the doors of the Griffon, and three in the doors of the Chinook. In both types of helicopters, flight engineers handle the guns not operated by the door-gunner.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.airforce.forces.gc.ca/site/newsroom/news_e.asp?cat=114&amp;id=7937"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-4199121749358912322?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/4199121749358912322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=4199121749358912322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/4199121749358912322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/4199121749358912322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/return-of-air-gunner.html' title='The Return of the Air Gunner'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8363986772026608804</id><published>2009-03-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:48:45.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 10th 1943</title><content type='html'>December 10/43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I had a pleasant surprise. I received your Christmas parcel. Boy it sure was a swell lot. Thanks a million for the contents. Everything shall be devoured with much jest and relish. I have yet to receive my wife's lot and then everything will be completed. First off thank Grandpa and Grandma for the cigarettes they shall be appreciated to no end- I enjoy Savat Caps very much so thank them for me. We were quite busy or else I would have wrote to Nanny before this. I'll try to find the time pretty soon. The cards were lovely indeed- did you receive mine yet? I hope you did. I only sent out 4 so I hope nobody is disappointed on that account. You will know who they were. I really needed a new tie and handkerchief thanks for those too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things aren't going to badly. We have been moved to couple of stations since I last wrote. I hope you don't get any ideas about no news from me. Remember no news is good news and don't worry about me. I'm okay and can take care of myself. I have quite a cold at least it was. Its on the mend now so I'll be okay to fly. We have had quite a bit of flying again and the [illegible.] Perhaps you have read about the Lancaster well that is what I'm flying in now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is in good health for Christmas. You won't get this until after Christmas now so I hope everyone had a real good time as far as possible. I hope nobody made themselves sick by eating to much turkey. I know that will be quite impossible for us to to do that here. Oh well cheer up Mom! Frank and I shall be back by Christmas '44 and the war will be over by then and everyone will have cause to celebrate and the families shall have a real old time re-union. As you know I can't say much about what I'm doing so don't worry. Mildred was telling me Dad looks after her every time she goes visiting. I'm glad to hear that. Tell him to keep up the good work for me until I return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now Mom and lots of love to everyone and the best new year. Your loving son-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8363986772026608804?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8363986772026608804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8363986772026608804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8363986772026608804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8363986772026608804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/december-10th-1943.html' title='December 10th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-7556421686953702734</id><published>2009-03-05T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:11:33.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 10th 1943</title><content type='html'>November 10/43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had 3 letters from you in the past two weeks so things are picking up. I have had one from Pat so I shall be writing to her today, one from Nanny and about 20 from Mildred in the past two and a half weeks so I have done pretty good, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at last one posting has come through and I hope its definite. We are supposed to leave here on the 29th of November but now we leave this coming Sunday the 14th. It is a very good posting so I hope it turns out that we go. It wouldn't surprise me if it was canceled because we have had so many postings canceled lately it would be only natural. Oh well I'll just hope for the best and expect the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been always foggy for the past two weeks and it has rained nearly everyday- Last Sunday was the nice and today has been quite nice. I hope the weather holds up so we can get going and gets some ops finished. I have one finished now so that's the first one completed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Battle School course which have been taking while waiting for the posting has proved to be a waste of time and thank goodness there is only 3 more days left of it or I would go eggey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding pictures turned out to be pretty good didn't they? I never take a real good picture but the one of Mildred is beautiful isn't it? I have a smaller one of Mildred and myself for my photograph album in colour, boy I really like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone? The latest letter from you shows everyone is in good condition and I hope everyone stays that way this winter. I hope Grandpa doesn't take sick again to be a big burden on Nanny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine and dandy I think I have put on some weight since I started this course- I hope I lose it before I get home. I should only weight around 145 but I guess I weight close to 160 now. A few weeks hard study will soon take all that off I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the Army treating Dad? Every letter I get from you he is either down at the armouries or at Long Branch or Bolton Camp. I guess he is really taking his training in earnest. I hope he doesn't over do it because after all he isn't as young as when he was Overseas and you cannot fool yourself about that angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Lovich won't get out of the apartment without three months notice. Well, they can't put him out because the law-the housing law states that at least 3 months notice has to be given so he has them. But they certainly can charge him next for the [illegible] they were foolish not to charge him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has made plenty out of that Church believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mom I hope this finds everyone still in good health. I hope you quit your job pretty soon because the war is nearly over so I think you and our family have done there full share of carrying the load for our country and the draft dodgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so long for now and keep your chin up for it won't be long. God Bless you Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-7556421686953702734?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/7556421686953702734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=7556421686953702734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7556421686953702734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7556421686953702734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/november-10th-1943.html' title='November 10th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-7129105825728396509</id><published>2009-03-03T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:21:13.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Air Gunners</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;a href="http://www.lancastermuseum.ca/airgunners.html"&gt;Lancaster Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-7129105825728396509?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/7129105825728396509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=7129105825728396509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7129105825728396509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7129105825728396509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-about-air-gunners.html' title='All About Air Gunners'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2803186147433508693</id><published>2009-03-03T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:18:00.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 30th 1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 2cm }		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Oct 30/43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I have been back off leave for a couple of days now and yesterday I recieved 16 letters- 12 from Mildred, 3 from home and one from Frank.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I didn't fo anything exciting this leave as I went down to London and played around the Maple Leaf Club for 4 days. I met a relative of Mildred's down there-she is working at the Club-she didn't have anything to say to me just asked me if I married Mildred Coulson, yep that's me I said.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;We paid stop over visits to Manchester, Leeds and Aldershot. I am certainly glad to hear you haven't been doing very much overtime work-that is no good at all. How are you Mom, I hope you didn't get that pain in your side back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Grandpa is certainly keeping spray for his age and considering the state of his health he needs that work to keep his mind off his health. I hope he is still there when the war is over-that will mean 3 wars he has lived through-pretty good average.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Glad to hear Dad is keeping fine and that he got over his sore back. Climbing poles isn't so hot seeing he isn't getting any younger. He should be due for a foreman's job pretty soon. How is the army treating him? I hope he has got his third stripe. Have you heard about the 25 cent a day raise for us AG's? I believe it is back dated September 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;. I hope it is- it will mean all the more money for Mildred and I to save.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I had a letter from Pat so tomorrow I shall drop her line. I was glad to get it from her. I hope Milton hasn't lost his hand or anything like that-tell him to get busy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well Mom, I guess winter is fastly coming more home. I can imagine what it's like-it will be well into November when you do get this letter. I certainly wish I could get home for Christmas but our enemies don't know what that means to us in Canada so the war goes on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mildred told me in one of her letters how nice you looked the night she took out wedding pictures over to show you and Daddy and the rest. She is just crazy over you, Mom, so there is what your daughter in law thinks of you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I am fine and dandy in every way, except I do wish we could get some flying done and some bombs dropped on Jerry. We came over to fly not to hang around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I hope Nanny is not over doing herself in the fruit season. I know she will no matter what anyone says. I hope I am spared to see you all once again. I have a feeling I will be and I am sure Frank will be-he is well on his way with his commission course and I'm pretty certain he will make out okay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well Mother I have shall close for now and I hope to hear from you real soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Love to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;All of you are always in my thoughts and prayers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2803186147433508693?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2803186147433508693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2803186147433508693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2803186147433508693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2803186147433508693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/october-30th-1943.html' title='October 30th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8171680213132759672</id><published>2009-02-26T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:22:53.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 3rd 1943</title><content type='html'>Backtracking a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 2cm }		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Oct 3/43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well I really must apoligize to you for not writing for quite a spell but I have been  on leave. I told Mildred where I went and what I did so she will tell you after finishing my OJU quite successfully. We jave all been recommended for commissions, I and all my crew so I hope it comes through. I am moved  again so I can't say to where but it's where we go East from so I hope we are on our way soon. Right now I am on 7 days more leave but I'm staying right on the station and getting all my equipment back into shape. Washing my clothes and pressing everything, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well, how are you Mom? I hope you are not working to hard. I'm glad to hear you are working for Roger's instead of being shoved all over the place, seeing as you insist on working. How is Dad? I hope he is fine and dandy, tell him to drop me a line if he has time. I would certainly like to hear from him. Have Milton and Patricia wrote to Frank or myself yet? I hope they have. I hope Milton gets through with Mrs Howe's teaching. It would certainly be a shame for him to spend another year in the same grade.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;How are Grandpa and Nanny? I hope Nanny is okay and not working to hard. How is Grandpa's back. It is any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well the food on this station is quite an improvement from our last one. But we will likely be shipped East before long- I expect to see going in about two weeks but that is just my guess-persoanlly I hope it is before that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well I'll close for now-I'm pretty tired. I have just finished writing to Mildred and all day I have had big ironing to do so I'll think to go to bed. I hope to hear from you soon. God bless you all and love to all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8171680213132759672?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8171680213132759672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8171680213132759672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8171680213132759672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8171680213132759672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/october-3rd-1943.html' title='October 3rd 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8272919233590491624</id><published>2009-02-20T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:27:42.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17th 1943</title><content type='html'>Skipping some months a head now to mid October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Oct 17/43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wrote you I was in London on a supposedly 21 days of leave but we had a recall after 6 days to return to our station and from there we were sent on a Battle Course and here I am after three days of it and I have finally found time today to drop you a line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fine time in London nothing to brag about. I visited several places of interest. Mde Toussauds Wax Museum, Westminster Abbey, London Bridge-Alleyn College of which my Bomb Aimers Great Great Great Grandfather built and went to a couple of shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course we are on now will eventually end up the end of this month and then we go up to a conversion unit where we learn to fly 4 motor jobs instead of two motors. I think this course will do one the world of good in regards to getting back into a fair descent condition for flying again. I'm certainly soft after lying around for a month and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from you for over a month now hope you haven't forgotten me. I hear Mildred has been up to see you recently. I hope she comes up regularly. It was four months ago today we were married- as you know doubt would remember  the date. I certainly miss her something fierce and I miss you an awful lot too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think it won't be very long now before this whole nasty business is over by the looks of the news each day it won't be long. If it ends soon there are going to be a lot of disappointed people-including myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everything going with you at [illegible] I hope you are not working too hard nor to long hours- especially working until 9 or 10 at night this is not good. How is Daddy? I hope he is well and fine- I would appreciate very much some more snaps of the whole family including Nanny and Grandpa. I hope Nanny is not working to hard around the house because I want to see her looking as young as ever when I come home. How is Grandpa's back? I don't suppose it is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way how are the two babies- that will make Milton boil- getting on at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to goodness they are grown up enough now to settle down and do some concentrating on studies. They are having the best time of their life right now- I didn't realize it when you needed to tell me the same thing but now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished a long letter to Mildred and I had lots of time so I decided I would write to you. I shall drop Frank a line when I close this letter. He certainly must be a busy lad on that course he is taking. I'm sure he will get through okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the score is in regards to my Commission. I was recommended for one when I got three “ops” done down east but seeing as no more Canadians are going down there for a while at least I'm not sure but I hope it comes through over here just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mom, I should close this short note for tonight. It has been raining all day long and everything is so damn damp. I hope to hear from you soon. Love to all-Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["ops"-flying operations]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8272919233590491624?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8272919233590491624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8272919233590491624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8272919233590491624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8272919233590491624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/october-17th-1943.html' title='October 17th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2241317527060420117</id><published>2009-02-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:03:30.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crew of Lancaster DS776 426 Squadron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZuV6kOG7GI/AAAAAAAAApo/3lcC4hlGJWs/s1600-h/crew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZuV6kOG7GI/AAAAAAAAApo/3lcC4hlGJWs/s320/crew2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997819546692706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Allyn, P. Cox and Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZuV6mJZwJI/AAAAAAAAApg/E1CuVHHkNFY/s1600-h/crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZuV6mJZwJI/AAAAAAAAApg/E1CuVHHkNFY/s320/crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997820063826066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.Hancock (Navigator) F.Allyn (Bombadier) A. Mackenzie (Pilot) E. Dowe (Air Gunner) and P.Cox (Wireless Air Gunner)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2241317527060420117?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2241317527060420117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2241317527060420117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2241317527060420117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2241317527060420117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/crew-of-lancaster-ds776-426-squadron.html' title='The Crew of Lancaster DS776 426 Squadron'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZuV6kOG7GI/AAAAAAAAApo/3lcC4hlGJWs/s72-c/crew2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6521788569834322871</id><published>2009-02-17T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:16:31.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 22nd 1943</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in England&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 22 Aug 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't numbered your letters so I guess this is about 5 or 6. It is funny I got your letter dated July 11 two weeks ago and I got one dated July 27th. It sure is a mystery to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall answer July 11 and then July 27th. I am fine and dandy and have a few flying hours in now. I'll soon be finished here and then I'm going out East- I guess you know where at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen Frank and he is fine and dandy but won't give up his girl friend- I had a letter from her the other day- I don't know why but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you didn't tell Mildred about that summons. What it was for is a mystery to me. I wish you had have opened it and found out what it was for. It has me kind of worried and mystified. Maybe I was spending a bit when I was home on leave- who cares they certainly have a lot to do when the pinch is on servicemen to send out a summons to. Is that happens again let me know and I will write the Mayor of Toronto a letter he won't forget. I believe that is the right place to write to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You done right I guess. By sending it back and putting on it I am overseas-thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly was nice of them the Coulsons to have Patricia up to their cottage for a week she could use the change as could you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised and sorry to hear Nanny's back and head were bothering her. I would certainly like to hear from her if she has a chance to drop me a line tell her to do so and I shall do the same either today or tomorrow. I guess Grandpa's back will always bother him now. I hope to see them both in a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mom I hope Milton does go into 8th grade this fall. Tell him if he wants to get out of school before his family passes him he had better hurry up before his long gray beard gets so long that he trips over it. Tell them both to drop me a line or I shall be plenty mad at them and also to Frank he wanted to know all about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I remember poor old Mr. Dobson too bad but it comes and that's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sick when I came across and I can't tell you how long it took or when or where or anything about- security reasons of course. I couldn't have seen Howard if I had of come down that is all I can say about that. Howard is certainly good to his family etc, he can well afford to be if I had his position etc. I would be generous too. Keep it under your hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the dollar bill- I was broke when I got over here and wanted some smoothies so that was what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall close for now and by the time you get this I will have had my embarkation leave and then it won't be long until I'm home after the “ops” are done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all and love to all from your son-Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6521788569834322871?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6521788569834322871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6521788569834322871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6521788569834322871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6521788569834322871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/august-22nd-1943.html' title='August 22nd 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-3267612044898020771</id><published>2009-02-15T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:08:01.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 23rd 1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 2cm }		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Friday 23 July 43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mom and all,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I must apoligize all ready for not writing soon but seeing as we are once more back on course I am settled down to a sort of daily routine. It's very long hours from 8 in the morning until 9 at night. Of course that means getting up at 6 each morning Sunday included. No rest for the wicked as the saying goes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well Mom, how are the folks back home? I hope you and Daddy are in good health and happy. I do hope that you are as happy as possible. How is Nanny and Grandpa? You can tell Nanny for me that as soon as we get a day off I will write to her. I hope they are both well and the two kids how are they? I hope they are not to bothersome and not to much bother to Nanny while you are away during the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I am fine and dandy as possible, of course I wish I were home especially now that I am married to the best little girl in the world. I think an awful lot of her as if you didn't know but wishing never does any harm. I have a hunch I will be home sooner than anyone thinks so have your fingers crossed. It has been 3 weeks since we got her- time sure does go fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well I can't say very much about what I'm doing as you know but I can say this much I am working damn hard for the RCAF and only hope they appreciate it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I really must close for tonight as lights out has brrn blown and I'm pretty tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;So long for now Mom and all my love to all of you back there- it won't be long before this whole war is over the way things are going down in Sicily. I hope I can get in on the invasion of Italy which is bound to come soon. I imagine the Toronto paper really gave it a write up second to none as a second  front,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bye for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-3267612044898020771?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/3267612044898020771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=3267612044898020771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3267612044898020771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3267612044898020771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/july-23rd-1943.html' title='July 23rd 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1885221041063139588</id><published>2009-02-14T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:40:43.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 15th 1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Thursday July 15/43&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well we are still here (whereever that is) We are leaving here pretty soon by the time you get this I shall be well on my O.J.T. Course. September should find us in the soup for [ineligible] I hope that is so because the soner we start the soner its finished.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;How are all the folks- Milton and Patricia. I hope Milton passed because I don't want to come home and catch him in public school because if he is he wants to watch out.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I have wrote to Frank but as yet I haven't had any reply. I hope they didn't send him to fight the Wops. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well I am fine and dandy not homesick but I miss being in Canada and being able to rush home once in a while it sure is tough getting married and then going away. I don't regret it and would do it again if I had to. Mildred stood up well at the station and so did you. The next time you go to the station I hope it's to see both Frank and I coming home for good and believe you me it will be for good. I am very anxious to see Frank but I hope it doesn't take to long to contact him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;We had a night vison test today and I'll be okay (I hope)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well Mom, how is Daddy? Did he get [sentance illegible] How is Nanny and Grandpa? I hope they are not working to hard around the house. I'll drop Nanny a line one of these days. I mustn't forget Pat, I hope she stays on passing at school and gets a good education. How is yourself Mom, you are not working to hard?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well so long for now Mom and I'll write again soon. Love to all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1885221041063139588?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1885221041063139588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1885221041063139588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1885221041063139588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1885221041063139588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/july-15th-1943.html' title='July 15th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-9130953034342023717</id><published>2009-02-12T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:39:43.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 9th 1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Somewhere in England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Friday July 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;/43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first opportunity I have had to drop anyone a line. I wrote to Mildred so now I shall write to you. By now you should have the cable I sent you and I know you will be happy to hear I landed okay. I know you worried I told you not to but I know you would regardless of what I said. So quit worrying about me. I haven't contacted Frank yet but I shall drop a line to him tomorrow to let him know I am here so I'll be able to write to him until I can see him. I hope we get a weeks leave so I will get a chance to see him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are all the folks at home. I am well and as happy as possible. But not near as happy as I would be if I was at home. I'm not homesick because I have completely got over those fits while out at MacDonald. I'm just sick of traveling so much. There is just one more trip I want to make and that is to good old Toronto and if I leave there again, once I get home, I won't travel alone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you where I am or what I'm doing but I hope we are not here long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip over was very good. It was nice and calm and was enjoyed by yours truly. The Red Cross gave us a crate full of cartons of cigarettes so they will last me for a while. If I see Frank I will give him a carton (that's if I don't smoke them before)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mother I shall close for now and will write again in a few days. How does Dad like the camp? How is Grandpa. I hope his back is better and I hope Nanny is okay and Milton and Pat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so long for now Mother and love to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Excuse the short letter will try to let you have a longer letter next time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-9130953034342023717?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/9130953034342023717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=9130953034342023717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/9130953034342023717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/9130953034342023717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/july-9th-1943.html' title='July 9th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6366194588721486284</id><published>2009-02-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:11:04.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 28th 1943</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to tell you that Edward graduated from his Air Gunner's course and earned his wings along with a promotion to Sergeant. Like many before him, Edward is now eager to get on to England. Between the last letter and this one Edward also married his girlfriend Mildred. After a quick honeymoon Edward returned to active duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZN2-eyF81I/AAAAAAAAApY/S4mH1KBIaes/s1600-h/married.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZN2-eyF81I/AAAAAAAAApY/S4mH1KBIaes/s400/married.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Edward and Mildred &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 2cm }		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Monday (Morning) June 28/43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well, here we are at the Y depot in Halifax- we got here Saturday evening and [illegible] Boy of boy we sure were busy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I'll defenatley be seeing Frank starting to-night so by the time you get his you will know just about where I will be seeing him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Halifax is a dirty hole in every respect I would hate to live here very long. The trip down from Toronto was a short one compared with the trip out West. I have met several fellows I knew from St. Thomas so I have quite a few pals and chums.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Here is my overseas address:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;R-188194&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sgt. Dowe E.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The squadron goes in here so put attached Royal Canadian Air Force, Overseas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well, my dear, I shall close for now. I feel well and I hope I will be able to recognize Frank.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Love to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jfchalifoux.com/air_gunner_cloth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://jfchalifoux.com/air_gunner_cloth.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6366194588721486284?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6366194588721486284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6366194588721486284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6366194588721486284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6366194588721486284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/june-28th-1943.html' title='June 28th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SZN2-eyF81I/AAAAAAAAApY/S4mH1KBIaes/s72-c/married.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6849521684396515209</id><published>2009-02-10T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:03:15.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 30th 1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Another letter from May, Edward is just finishing up his A.G. course. Very happy news in this letter as Edward has just proposed to his long time girlfriend, Mildred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sunday May 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;/43&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I had your letter of Sunday but last Thursday but I decided I would wait until today when I would have lots of time to answer it. I didn't think you would be very surprised when I told you we were getting married. I know she is a very lovely girl  and I'll certainly so my part to make her happy as possible and I will also be good to her and true that is most important.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I hope I am spared to come back to her but we Air Gunners have funny ideas about dying in battle and I'm not afraid. An Air Gunners job is to protect the plane and the lives of other men so I think I'll come back. The Hun are frightened. Silly to attach a bomber now- it's not like it was in the days of the outbreak of the war when we had no equipment not devices for protection it is completly changed now and is reverse so I'm sure I'll come back- if I get over.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;We had another medical Wednesday and I'm glad to continue flying. I have had awful headaches and the M.D. took me off flying for 3 days until it gets a little better. It is pretty well cured now but I still can't wait.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I was up for 2 hours 5 minutes yesterday on a cross country flight it sure is okay just to sit there and take in the scenery.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;You aren't losing me, Mother, so forget that part of it, you are getting a nice daughter in law. I know you think the world of her.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mildred told me she saw Art Cousins the other night on the Danforth he isn't an A.G. yet so I guess he is not on his course yet.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mildred told me that she and her mother are going up to the house Thursday night. How did the planning work out? I hope everything turned out okay.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I hope Frank gets his application to go through and get a commission he deserves it for the length of time he has been over there. I hope he isn't on the way back when I go over. I want to see him it has been so long since I seen him. I'll bet he wouldn't know me if I did see him. He left here as a young soldier and I was only 16 I think, 4 years ago. I think it was when I was 16. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I got the cigarettes and chocolate okay Mom and thank you very much for them. They came in handy seeing I have only 25 cents left from pay day. It's a lucky thing pay day is tomorrow.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;About the Wedding Present. Don't get a silver tea service because Mildred will likely get one from the bank. A mantle radio is a nice gift but of course I'm not dropping you a hint- I just merely dropped a brick on your head as far as that goes so if you care to, well, I won't say no.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well, Mom, I shall close for now. How is Nanny and Grandpa? I hope the will be able to come to the Wedding. I would be very disappointed if they were not there. How is Daddy? Are Milton and Pat studying hard for their exams- I guess schoo1 will be getting out for the summer pretty soon. I hope to goodness they both pass. You can tell them I will be writing my exams by the time they get this letter so their big brother who has been out of school for 3 years is still studying and writing exams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bye for now, love to all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6849521684396515209?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6849521684396515209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6849521684396515209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6849521684396515209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6849521684396515209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/may-30th-1943.html' title='May 30th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6594278038639048850</id><published>2009-02-08T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:58:16.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10th 1943</title><content type='html'>The letters skip ahead a few months to May of 1943. Edward is now at RCAF Station MacDonald in Manitoba finishing his Air Gunners course at &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;No. 3 Bomb and Gunnery School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday May 10/43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received your letter of Thursday to day and was glad to know you got it. I was disapointed also not to see you at the station the Friday night. I came though Mildred was down and we both walked around looking for you but we didn't see you anyplace. I felt kind of blue leaving the old home town to go out to a place such as this barren hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing all day and there must be at least 8 inches of wet snow on the ground. I'll bet it is like this at home. Do you mean to tell me that you had to go down to the station all by yourself? Where was Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Nanny and Grandpa? I would like to write to Nanny but I just haven't got the time to do very much writing to anybody. I have been flying and it is quite a thrill. I have also been air sick. Please ask Mr. Ottaway what to do to not be air sick. It is an awful feeling. I felt just like dropping right out of the hatch. I hope he knows what to do so don't forget to ask him. I'm confident he will know. Mind you it is not persistant I have only been sick once. Don't mention it to anybody- nobody at all keep it to yourself because I don't want it to get around. I told Mildred I was sick- I mean for you not to mention it to anyone that you are going to ask Mr. Ottaway. I don't want anybody to know I'm writing home for a remedy lots of the fellows have been sick but I don't want to spoil a good record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you understand. I'm glad you sent me Frank's letter. I wrote a long letter to him just before I let St. Thomas- but I guess it went down. Mildred was telling me in her last letter that a fellow I know quite well, Stan Dean by name went down in the Atlantic only 16 were saved he was listed by Ottawa as missing at sea. I feel sorry for his mother. We go over by aircraft so you won't need to worry. Well, I shall close for now and hope to hear from you soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to yourself, please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6594278038639048850?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6594278038639048850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6594278038639048850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6594278038639048850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6594278038639048850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/may-10th-1943.html' title='May 10th 1943'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8083537204554278165</id><published>2009-02-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:59:09.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward's Letters</title><content type='html'>Now that I've told you about Granddad's early experiences during the War, I'm going to move onto his brother Edward. All of Edward's surviving letters (except for a few to his brother) are to his mother Alma. Each letter has been perfectly preserved and as such I have transcribed each one instead of scanning them. My Granddad wrote this introduction to the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a book of the letters of Sergeant Edward Dowe RCAF written to his mother and a few to his older brother from the time of his enlistment in 1942 until his death on the night of 19/20 February 1944. His death came as a result of the action of German night-fighters shooting down his bomber aircraft, over the Netherlands, returning from a bombing raid over Liepzig Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important that these letters be preserved because they record some of his hopes and aspirations which by his untimely death were left to be realized by others. It is also important to remind ourselves that the price, for the freedoms we enjoy, were paid for by the thousands of young men, like him, who never counted the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.S. Dowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 18th 1942 Edward Dowe, leaving his job as a toolmaker, followed his brother into the military and enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force. Edward's letters begin in November 1942 while at St. Thomas (RCAF No.1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;                                   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Thursday November 12/42&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Mother,  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I received your letter yesterday and was glad to hear from you that everyone is well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I most certainly like it here Mom, it is nice and clean, etc, plus the fellows are nice with 1 or 2 exceptions.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Yes we have started our studies. Maths is very easy. Aircraft recognition is real hard plus Morse Code is twich as hard, so I'll have quite a bit of studying to do. I go on guard duty in a little while again, so I'll have to make this a short note, but not too short.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Don't be working to hard, gee I wish you could quit and stay at home and help Nanny. You know she isn't getting any younger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I'll send my ration book in as soon as I come to Toronto. I don't like any place as well as Toronto and I don't think I ever will.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;How is Auntie? By the way, give me Vern's address and also don't forget to put Frank's address in I have wrote him a letter but haven't mailed it, no address, so please send it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Yes, we are very tired at night. I haven't been outside baraccks on any days off so I don't know what St. Thomas or London is like, I just stay in, no point of spending money foolishly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Well, bye-bye for now Mother, dear, I'll be seeing you soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Love to all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8083537204554278165?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8083537204554278165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8083537204554278165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8083537204554278165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8083537204554278165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/edwards-letters.html' title='Edward&apos;s Letters'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-4738718558685156184</id><published>2009-02-07T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:32:36.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1942</title><content type='html'>The unit started the New Year with a vehicle holiday. The Army Commander Lt. Gen Montgomery lectured the officers in the Brighton on 2 January. It was during this month that Lt.Col Southam left the unit as he was promoted to Brigadier and assumed command of the 6th Cdn Inf Bde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very early in the month I caught a severe cold which developed into pneumonia which hospitalized me for over 6 weeks. I was one of the early cases treated with the new Sulpha drug. It was used experimentally and worked quite well. I was evacuated from the unit to L cdn Ind Bde Forward dressing station and from there to the No 1 Casualty Clearing Station and from there to the No 1 Canadian General Hospital at Horsham. After being discharged from the hospital I was sent to the Infantry Holding Unit. While there I was ordered to report to London for duty at Canadian Military Headquarters where I was employed as a claim clerk with the JAG Department on 15 March 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my journal with the 48th Highlanders. Of course the war went on and I had many other experiences, but never again as a Highlander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-4738718558685156184?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/4738718558685156184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=4738718558685156184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/4738718558685156184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/4738718558685156184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-1942.html' title='January 1942'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2946183417921934845</id><published>2009-02-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:24:27.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1941</title><content type='html'>[note: there are no October and November entries.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported back to the unit at Avisford House located in the Littlehampton area on 21 December. The unit had moved to Littlehampton from Kingswood while I was away on course. Littlehampton was quite near Arundel Castle, the ancestral home of the Duke of Norfolk. Christmas was a little more pleasant although it was the third Christmas that most of us had spent away from Canada. Sunday routine was observed on Christmas Day and Christmas dinner was served in the company messes. The year ended with cool and cloudy weather and Major Hendrie in command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[America enters the war this month after the attack on Pearl Harbour]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2946183417921934845?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2946183417921934845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2946183417921934845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2946183417921934845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2946183417921934845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/december-1941.html' title='December 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-4969425151892681509</id><published>2009-02-07T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:20:03.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1941</title><content type='html'>Vehicle holiday on 1 September and a wiring party supplied to airfield at Redhill. Exercise Protector commenced 2 September and carried on till 4 September. this required several defensive moves in the Kingswood area to assume better defensive positions. Slight enemy air activity at night in the early part of the month. Unit training as laid down in the sylabii including range firing. Unit held first rehearsals for trooping of the colour which is being held to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the founding of the battalion. I was not on this parade as I had been detailed for the Ab Initio Clerk's Course in London for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left London as the unit prepared for exercise Bumper, the first large scale army exercise held in the South of England and it was conducted by the famous "Monty." The course in London was held at the Balham and Tooting High School of Commerce. While on this course we were billeted in requisitioned houses on the edge of Clapham Common and each morning we went by underground to Balham Underground Station where the school was located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away from the unit until the 18th of December and during the period I was away in London I qualified as a short handed typist. As I had no opportunity to practice my shorthand when I returned to the unit it was not long before I forgot most of it. The course was a concentrated course and when you are taught under those circumstances you cannot afford not to immediately practice what you have been taught. We were in the Army while we were in London but we attended a school for civilians and while in the school we had to conform to the code of conduct in the school. Our night were spent mostly visiting the local pub, "The Plough" which was a second home to most of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-4969425151892681509?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/4969425151892681509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=4969425151892681509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/4969425151892681509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/4969425151892681509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/september-1941.html' title='September 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-889175881665439237</id><published>2009-02-04T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:59:57.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1941</title><content type='html'>Battalion required to resume exercise Albert which was originally started on 20 July. In the filed overnight and then returned to billets at Kingswood on 2 August. Church parade held and Brigadier E.W. Haldenby M.C. visited the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle holiday on 4 August and record books MFM 1 issued to all ranks. The "hosepipe" method of AA fire with Bren guns introduced into the unit's training syllabli. Everyone required to go on 15 mile route march on 6 August and a brigade drumhead service was held on Walton Heath on 6 August at 1000hrs. We were out on exercise Roft and had to march to Witley via Pebblescombe Hill in preparation for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further marches required in the Reigate area up to Up Park. GOC 1 Cdn Div held conference at Caterham on exercise Roft on 18 August. CO acting Brigade Commander for the week 16-21 August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Corps Sport's Meet held in Aldershot on 23 August and the unit represented by the Pipe Band and 65 all ranks. I was working at BHQ and did not get a chance to attend the meet. Battalion paraded at Redhill in the rain to be inspected by the Prime Minister of Canada, W.L. Mackenzie King on 26 August. We participated in War Weapons Week held in Reigate. The unit tug a war team under RSM Jamieson won the tug a war pull. Captain Trumbull Warren left BHQ and his appointment as the Adjutant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-889175881665439237?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/889175881665439237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=889175881665439237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/889175881665439237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/889175881665439237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/02/august-1941.html' title='August 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-5478443745541622218</id><published>2009-01-31T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:31:55.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1941</title><content type='html'>Dominion Day was a holiday for all Canadians. Divisional sport's day held in Redhill. HM the King visited the Canadians at the meet and also presented new colours to the Carelton and York Regiment and the Loyal Edmonton Regiment. On 3 July the unit received word that a selected group of soldiers in the unit had been selected for a special job which was classified secret-but everyone seemed to know about it. The CO inspected this group on 4 July and then word was received at BHQ that the arrangement was canceled and the men were returned to their various companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire unit was present at Walton Hill to witness a drop by members of the Parachute Corps from aircraft. Very impressive but the impression was they were very vulnerable to small arms fire while free falling through the air. The CO confined all troops to barracks and at 1800hrs 9 July the unit set out on a forced night march of 27 miles in 9 and a half hours. We were back at barracks or billets by 1830 hrs 10 July. I was one of the men who suffered from blistering of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO was returned from Aldershot to take temporary command of the 1 Cdn Inf Bde. Unit of exercise Albert on 20-21 July in the Petworth area. Major Speagge of the Queen's Own Rifles of Canada was attached as an observer for the exercise. The butter ration on leave ration cards was cut to 1 oz. We were allowed to open up our collars of our battle dress while on leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the church parades held during this month were on a voluntary basis. Pte. Garvis was awarded a distinguished conduct commendation for rescuing two people from a bombed house. Exercise Spruce held in London on 27 July against GPO Battalion of the Home Guard. BHQ required to submit causality returns on personnel killed and wounded, by umpires, on the exercise in order to practice causality reporting procedures. Enemy air activity almost completely ceased at night and the activity at night was confined to the RAF flying ground. I was promoted to Lance Corporal and awarded the 2 year good conduct stripe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-5478443745541622218?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/5478443745541622218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=5478443745541622218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/5478443745541622218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/5478443745541622218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/july-1941.html' title='July 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2875518714787547103</id><published>2009-01-31T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:25:09.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1941</title><content type='html'>The red patch insignia, made famous by the First Canadian Division in the World War, was offically authorized for wear on the upper sleeve of uniforms and greatcoats of the 1st Canadian Division CASF. All ranks were required to wear the patch on their uniforms and greatcoats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some companies, of the unit, acted as the enemy in conjunction with exercises held for the Corps Commanders inspection of the Seaforths and Loyal Edmonton Regiment. Pte. Doherty, of the 48th Highlanders, was one of the two Canadians to represent the Canadian Army in the British Army Boxing finals held in the Albert Hall in London on 7 June. He was not successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Ganong returned to the unit from his posting in London. The new Tomahawk aircraft flew over the battalion area for purposes of aircraft recognition and familiarization. Exercise Waterloo commenced 14 June. Unit marched to Pebblescombe Hill-Bletchingly-Newdigate and then to the area North of Rusper. Bivouaced at 0200hrs. Marching next day via Horsham to Marlpost Wood arriving at 1715hrs. Rested 1 hour and moved to the area North of Washington. Arrived at 2100hrs and bivouaced. Exercise commenced at 0400hrs 16 June and the objective at Chantonbury Ring on the South Downs was attacked. BHQ established at Green Farm east of Washington. This was an exercise held in conjunction with tanks of the Royal Tank Regiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise ended at 1200hrs 16 June and unit returned to Kingswood by TCVs. Field General Court Martial held at BHQ on Pte's Utton, Slater and Ferguson, the charges being Absence without Leave. D Company moved to Westerham to act as the guard at the estate of the Prime Minister, Winston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigade Sport's Day on 26 June. We moved out on exercise Maple on 27 June and moved by transport to the start line at Godalming. Moved on 28 June to Bramshott-Winchester. BHQ established at Winchester Station. Battalion attacked 28/29 June. Exercise ended 1420 hrs 29 June and returned to our billets at Kingswood. CSM Church was awarded the Efficiency Medal and Pte D. Williams was awarded the Colonial Auxiliary Forces Long Service Medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jfchalifoux.com/1st_canadian_division.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ww2ppcli.com/images/1st_div_patches_of_ww2_1941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://www.ww2ppcli.com/images/1st_div_patches_of_ww2_1941.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Red patch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2875518714787547103?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2875518714787547103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2875518714787547103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2875518714787547103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2875518714787547103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/june-1941.html' title='June 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-9118894706625104556</id><published>2009-01-31T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:45:02.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1941</title><content type='html'>We were on exercise Red for the first part of the month. We returned to billets at Kingswood at 1820hrs 2 May. Church parades held as usual. Unit training being carried out during the month with the unit participating in various PAREX exercises. Large scale exercise, code named Brenda, held in the later part of May involving road moves to the Ashford area. The move was slow and confused at times. It took us 9 hrs to travel 40 miles with 31 halts of varying lengths. The unit was under command of Major B.B. King. We had no real part in the exercise and sat in reserve. Finally sent back to Kingswood area early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An examination of the war diary reveals that May was a pretty routine month as far as the unit was concerned. Training and leave and one was finding it hard to realize that there was a war on but of course the nightly bombing brought one back to the reality of war very rapidly. The bombing of London reached crescendo on the night of 15 May. We did not realize it at the time but that night marked a turning point. There was never another raid of such intensity again and the bombing of London was over. The Germans lost that one. The invasion of Russia was delayed by the resistance in Yugoslavia and this was responsible for the change in tactics. The CO Lt. Col W.W. Southam was awarded the Efficiency Decoration this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-9118894706625104556?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/9118894706625104556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=9118894706625104556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/9118894706625104556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/9118894706625104556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/may-1941.html' title='May 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6274764265765273544</id><published>2009-01-31T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:01:39.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1941</title><content type='html'>I returned to the unit of 5 Apr 1941, the day that Sgt. Groves was invested with the medal of the Order of the British Empire. This was the first decoration earned by a member of the unit in this war. A system of vehicle holidays was instituted in the Canadian Army and on these days no vehicles, except emergency vehicles could be used or moved. It was instituted to save petrol and allow preventative maintenance to be carried out on the grounded vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On exercise Hare on 9 Apr. This time there was no mix-up of transport on the roads. Thursday and Friday we were in Laughton-Alfriston-Denton area on the South Coast of England. The unit moved back to billets in Kingswood on Friday at 1600hrs. Church parade held on Sunday and march past was taken by the CO. 14 Apr was declared a holiday to make up for the holiday on Good Friday which we missed due to the exercise. We went by road transport on 16 Apr to the ranges at Ash in the Aldershot area. Left Kingswood at 0330hrs and returned 1700hrs the same day. Heavy enemy air activity reported nearly every day this month with some local bombing. On 25 Apr Pte. A. Wilson was killed in a cave-in while filling sand bags at Henley Heath. Cpl. D. Collins was also severely injured at the same time in the same incident. Pte. Wilson was buried with full military honours at Brockwood on 29 Apr. An entry was placed in Part I orders restricting entry to London on pass due to the heavy damage from the bombing. This did not affect me as I never had any intention of sticking my head into the lion's mouth and roam around London while it was being bombed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6274764265765273544?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6274764265765273544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6274764265765273544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6274764265765273544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6274764265765273544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/april-1941.html' title='April 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-626675662121813066</id><published>2009-01-29T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:44:57.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1941</title><content type='html'>Reported to the Royal Army Service Corps Clerk's School at Aldershot on 3 Mar and was attached for all purposes to No. 12 Training Battalion RASC for #66 Basic Course and #22 Staff Duties Course to qualify as a Unit Orderly Room Clerk. I welcomed the break from routine around the billets and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of going back to school. It was on this course that I realized what I had missed in not applying myself when I was attending High School in Toronto. I was determined that I was not going to repeat that mistake again. We used Oliver Typewriters which had the looping key striking arrangement. We were told that these particular makes of typewriters were used in the South African War and they were indeed a very cumbersome and inefficient machine. We were also sent to the staff college at Camberley to act as Brigade and Divisional Clerks for a staff college 48 hour exercise. I still have a copy of the report that I received at the end of this course and it certainly did me no harm. As a result of the course I was promoted to Lance Corporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was absent on course Capt. J.E.F. Seagram was killed in an air raid in London and was buried with full military honours by the unit at Brookwood cemetery. Unit boxers went on to win 4 Corps Championships. When the battalion was in France we were forced to leave Pte. G. Thompson behind as he took sick. Word was received by the unit that he had returned after many adventures and landed at Gourach in Scotland on 17 Mar. The circumstances of his escape from occupied Europe were never really told to anyone in the unit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-626675662121813066?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/626675662121813066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=626675662121813066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/626675662121813066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/626675662121813066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/march-1941.html' title='March 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1249942499423365178</id><published>2009-01-29T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:10:16.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 1941</title><content type='html'>I was well into on the job training for the position of Orderly Room Clerk in the Battalion Orderly Room. I was not a trained clerk but there was a vacancy and I was being slotted into it. Around this time Bill El,ms became the driver for the GOC 1 Canadian Division Major-General G.R. Pearkes, VC DSO MC. Rehearsals were held early in the month for the GOCs inspection. L/Cpl A. Groves was awarded the medal of the Order of British Empire for the meritorious service in connection with the battalion transport in France in June of 1940. The battalion was given permission to wear glengarries when walking out and on leave in lieu of the balmoral. On 9 Feb the unit participated in exercise Fox and we finally moved out on 11 Feb. After reaching the assembly area the move to the advance area was a complete shambles and consequently most of the the 1st Division got lost and the unit received no food or petrol for over 24 hours. The exercise was called off and we returned to our billets at 0600hrs on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy air activity was quite severe both in the daytime and at night. Every other night there was an alert and bombing in London. Battalion carried on with the training as set out in the training syllabus. Major Merry was returned to Canada this month. Exercise at Gatwick Airport canceled. Unit boxers won championships in four weight classes including heavyweight. The CO returned to the unit from the Senior Officers course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1249942499423365178?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1249942499423365178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1249942499423365178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1249942499423365178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1249942499423365178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/february-1941.html' title='February 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-3981754164147529947</id><published>2009-01-27T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:25:43.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1941</title><content type='html'>New years day was an official holiday and only duty personnel were required to work. The weather was cool and bright at New Years. The officers entertained the Sergeants in the officers mess at Kingswood Court. Short route marches were instituted in order to prepare the unit for the 60 mile march which was scheduled for the later part of the month. 7 day leaves were again authorized with rail warrants. Air activity on the part of the Germans was heavy again in the Kingswood area. It was on one of these early leaves that I went to Aberdeen to stay with the sister of the RMS. I cannot recall now the exact time but it was when the 7 days leave periods were started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parades held each Sunday in the Company areas and the padre was kept quite busy getting around to each of them. The CO, Lt. Col W.W. Southam, was away on a Senior Officers course and his place was being taken by Major W.B. Hendrie. The weather was cold, sleet and rain for a good part of the month. The companies were still out practicing digging and revetting trenches. A report that two German airman were loose in our area was received and when we went to try to find them we failed to find any trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set out on the 60 mile march on 27 Jan and left Kingswood at 0800hrs and we covered 21 and a half miles and reached Croydon where we stayed in billets of the R 22e R. The second day we marched a total of 23 and a half miles to Westerham and Godstaone and stayed the night in the billets of the PPCLI. We marched 16 and a half miles the third day from Westerham direct to Kingswood via secondary roads. The weather every day was raining, foggy and we were all thoroughly miserable. Feet mighty sore at the end of the march but I did not drop out although a total of 6 men in the unit were unable to finish the march due to foot trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-3981754164147529947?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/3981754164147529947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=3981754164147529947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3981754164147529947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3981754164147529947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-1940_27.html' title='January 1941'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-7585501984540729986</id><published>2009-01-25T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:00:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1940</title><content type='html'>[This will be the last month that Granddad summarizes week by week.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-7 December 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battalion church parade this morning. Two daylight air raids this week. Training being carried out as laid down by the weekly training syllabus. Cleaning up the billets prior to our departure fro Brighton on the south coast. Moved out at 0830hrs on Thursday 5 Dec and arrived a Roedean School on the East side of Brighton where we relieved the PPCLI. BHQ stationed at Roedean school. Outposts being manned along the coast. Raining and foggy and all ranks confined to barracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-14 December 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade held in Roedean School Chapel. There was a nice pipe organ in the chapel and I played it for the services. It was a long time since I played even a piano and it was certainly was the first time that I had ever played a three manual church organ. Various red alerts given through the days. The body of a German airman was found 450 yards west of the main gate of the school. Recognized by remnants of uniform. Several reports of German aircraft received. One of the drummers in the band, Pte. Lou Murphy, was struck by a truck on the Main Front Rd and severely injured. He was in a coma for a long time and eventually returned to Canada but never regained the full use of his arms and legs and his speech was severely impaired. I seen him after the war and he was indeed severely handicapped. I was employed at this time as a runner at Battalion Headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-21 December 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the organ again this Sunday for the church parade in the chapel. Company training being carried out when the troops were not on station in the various posts along the coast. We were allowed to go into Brighton if we were not required for duty and provided we had a pass. Reports of strange lights received from time to time which usually proved to be of no importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-28 December 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parades held in the chapel and I played the organ again. Christmas Day was spent at the school. This was the second Christmas that we were away from home. I received a letter from Canada stating that I had been accepted as an apprentice musician with the R 22e R Band in Quebec. Needless to say I could not go back. Air raids reported in Brighton together with reports of bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-31 December 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Roedean School in the Brighton area at 1100hrs on Sunday and handed over to the RCR's. Back in Kingswood area and settling in. Short route march held on Tuesday and nothing special was planned for New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends the first full year away from Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-7585501984540729986?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/7585501984540729986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=7585501984540729986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7585501984540729986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7585501984540729986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-1940.html' title='December 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6544948041069360145</id><published>2009-01-24T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:34:00.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 1940</title><content type='html'>November was cold and dreary which is typical of the weather in England this time of year. We carried on with unit training and we were kept on our toes by never knowing when the GOC would be around to have a look at us. A big effort is being put into organizing sports. We went out on an exercise on 22 Nov 40. A switchboard was installed at Battalion Headquarters which put us in direct touch with all of the companies. An air raid on November 29th was particularly bad as bombs were dropped in the BHQ area and there was quite a lot of property damage but no casualties. The raids were a constant feature of life, especially at night, but it did not interfere with my going out to the show or to a pub. You get used to anything, this does not in any way mean that you where not acutely aware of it, just that life had to go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[November 14th, the city of Coventry is destroyed by 500 German bombers.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6544948041069360145?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6544948041069360145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6544948041069360145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6544948041069360145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6544948041069360145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/november-1940.html' title='November 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1963210701101189104</id><published>2009-01-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:42:15.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1940</title><content type='html'>It was fter we moved into our billets in the Kingswood area that the reporting of events, in the unit war diaries, became rather sketchy. The war diary had a minimum of explanation of the training and activities participated in by the unit. To all intents and purposes we were in a static situation similar to life in the barracks. At this time I applied for permission to be transferred to the staff of the battalion orderly room. I had to start as a permanent runner and work by way up from that position. It appeared to me, at the time, that there was absolutely no future being a member of the band. Musicians, whatever stripe, simply did not figure in fighting a war. We went on route marches which got progressively longer; medical parades to renew inoculations; sports afternoons; night and weekend passes when not on duty; leave if you were lucky and above all pub crawls. However, I still had to act as a bugler at the odd time but these occasions were getting less and less frequent. Sgt Edwards was posted to CMHQ and Wally Moore and Herb Helliker took over as the principal clerks in the Orderly Room. The weather during October was quite pleasant, according to the War Diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1963210701101189104?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1963210701101189104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1963210701101189104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1963210701101189104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1963210701101189104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/october-1940.html' title='October 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-841852544869701834</id><published>2009-01-22T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:43:02.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1940</title><content type='html'>[At this time Granddad's diary stops listing things week by week but now summarizes it by month.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the usual church parades on Sunday in the company area. Lt. Col Haldenby called in to the unit to say good-bye before leaving for Canada. We went on exercise to Worth Forest on Thursday 5 Sep 40. Codeword Cromwell issued on Sunday 8 Sep 40 and we were on 4 hours notice to move. Invasion of England was imminent. All prisoners were released except those awaiting court martial. Unit of 1 hour notice to move and tents and blankets put into storage. Raining and very miserable and the blankets and tents were re-issued for comfort. Usual training being carried out after being given notice of stand down on Sat 14 Sep 40. We were warned that we would be moving to billets anytime after 18 Sep. Saturday 14 Sep was the first night we did not have an alert since the night they raided the docks at London. 15 Sep usual church parades held and afterwards the unit played the recce squadron at softball. Some passes were granted for Horsham and the remainder of the free personnel went to Newdigate. Heavy barrage heard from the direction of London. Nothing heard in the immediate area. Capt. Warren appointed Adjutant. Use of buses for recreation transport were canceled due to shortages of patrol. Company church parades held on Sunday 23 Sep. Remainder of the day and Monday 23 Sep were spent in cleaning up the area in readiness for the move to the Kingswood area. Spent all day Wednesday settling in. 7 day privilege leave opened for 5% of the unit at any one time with transportation warrants. Battalion paraded to various churches in the area around Kingswood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On September 7th 1940 the German Luftwaffe bombed London, the beginning of 57 straight days of bombing. It was also during this month that Hitler planned for Operation Sealion (the invasion of the UK) to take place. The operation was untimely canceled on September 17th.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-841852544869701834?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/841852544869701834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=841852544869701834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/841852544869701834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/841852544869701834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/september-1940.html' title='September 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1356159495882222711</id><published>2009-01-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:39:38.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Was So Much....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/36/Never_was_so_much_owed_by_so_many_to_so_few.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/36/Never_was_so_much_owed_by_so_many_to_so_few.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;August 20, 1940&lt;br /&gt;House of Commons&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost a year has passed since the war began, and it is natural for us, I think, to pause on our journey at this milestone and survey the dark, wide field. It is also useful to compare the first year of this second war against German aggression with its forerunner a quarter of a century ago. Although this war is in fact only a continuation of the last, very great differences in its character are apparent. In the last war millions of men fought by hurling enormous masses of steel at one another. "Men and shells" was the cry, and prodigious slaughter was the consequence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this war nothing of this kind has yet appeared. It is a conflict of strategy, of organisation, of technical apparatus, of science, mechanics, and morale. The British casualties in the first 12 months of the Great War amounted to 365,000. In this war, I am thankful to say, British killed, wounded, prisoners, and missing, including civilians, do not exceed 92,000, and of these a large proportion are alive as prisoners of war. Looking more widely around, one may say that throughout all &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; for one man killed or wounded in the first year perhaps five were killed or wounded in 1914-15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The slaughter is only a small fraction, but the consequences to the belligerents have been even more deadly. We have seen great countries with powerful armies dashed out of coherent existence in a few weeks. We have seen the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;French&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the renowned French Army beaten into complete and total submission with less than the casualties which they suffered in any one of half a dozen of the battles of 1914-18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The entire body - it might almost seem at times the soul - of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has succumbed to physical effects incomparably less terrible than those which were sustained with fortitude and undaunted will power 25 years ago. Although up to the present the loss of life has been mercifully diminished, the decisions reached in the course of the struggle are even more profound upon the fate of nations than anything that has ever happened since barbaric times. Moves are made upon the scientific and strategic boards, advantages are gained by mechanical means, as a result of which scores of millions of men become incapable of further resistance, or judge themselves incapable of further resistance, and a fearful game of chess proceeds from check to mate by which the unhappy players seem to be inexorably bound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is another more obvious difference from 1914. The whole of the warring nations are engaged, not only soldiers, but the entire population, men, women, and children. The fronts are everywhere. The trenches are dug in the towns and streets. Every village is fortified. Every road is barred. The front line runs through the factories. The workmen are soldiers with different weapons but the same courage. These are great and distinctive changes from what many of us saw in the struggle of a quarter of a century ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There seems to be every reason to believe that this new kind of war is well suited to the genius and the resources of the British nation and the British Empire and that, once we get properly equipped and properly started, a war of this kind will be more favourable to us than the sombre mass slaughters of the Somme and Passchendaele. If it is a case of the whole nation fighting and suffering together, that ought to suit us, because we are the most united of all the nations, because we entered the war upon the national will and with our eyes open, and because we have been nurtured in freedom and individual responsibility and are the products, not of totalitarian uniformity but of tolerance and variety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If all these qualities are turned, as they are being turned, to the arts of war, we may be able to show the enemy quite a lot of things that they have not thought of yet. Since the Germans drove the Jews out and lowered their technical standards, our science is definitely ahead of theirs. Our geographical position, the command of the sea, and the friendship of the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; enable us to draw resources from the whole world and to manufacture weapons of war of every kind, but especially of the superfine kinds, on a scale hitherto practised only by Nazi Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hitler is now sprawled over &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Our offensive springs are being slowly compressed, and we must resolutely and methodically prepare ourselves for the campaigns of 1941 and 1942. Two or three years are not a long time, even in our short, precarious lives. They are nothing in the history of the nation, and when we are doing the finest thing in the world, and have the honour to be the sole champion of the liberties of all Europe, we must not grudge these years of weary as we toil and struggle through them. It does not follow that our energies in future years will be exclusively confined to defending ourselves and our possessions. Many opportunities may lie open to amphibious power, and we must be ready to take advantage of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the ways to bring this war to a speedy end is to convince the enemy, not by words, but by deeds, that we have both the will and the means, not only to go on indefinitely but to strike heavy and unexpected blows. The road to victory may not be so long as we expect. But we have no right to count upon this. Be it long or short, rough or smooth, we mean to reach our journey's end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is our intention to maintain and enforce a strict blockade not only of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; but of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and all the other countries that have fallen into the German power. I read in the papers that Herr Hitler has also proclaimed a strict blockade of the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;British&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Islands&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. No one can complain of that. I remember the Kaiser doing it in the last war. What indeed would be a matter of general complaint would be if we were to prolong the agony of all Europe by allowing food to come in to nourish the Nazis and aid their war effort, or to allow food to go in to the subjugated peoples, which certainly would be pillaged off them by their Nazi conquerors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There have been many proposals, founded on the highest motives, that food should be allowed to pass the blockade for the relief of these populations. I regret that we must refuse these requests. The Nazis declare that they have created a new unified economy in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. They have repeatedly stated that they possess ample reserves of food and that they can feed their captive peoples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a German broadcast of 27th June it was said that while Mr. Hoover's plan for relieving &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Belgium&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Holland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; deserved commendation, the German forces had already taken the necessary steps. We know that in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Norway&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; when the German troops went in, there were food supplies to last for a year. We know that &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Poland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, though not a rich country, usually produces sufficient food for her people. Moreover, the other countries which Herr Hitler has invaded all held considerable stocks when the Germans entered and are themselves, in many cases, very substantial food producers. If all this food is not available now, it can only be because it has been removed to feed the people of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and to give them increased rations - for a change - during the last few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this season of the year and for some months to come, there is the least chance of scarcity as the harvest has just been gathered in. The only agencies which can create famine in any part of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; now and during the coming winter, will be German exactions or German failure to distribute the supplies which they command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is another aspect. Many of the most valuable foods are essential to the manufacture of vital war material. Fats are used to make explosives. Potatoes make the alcohol for motor spirit. The plastic materials now so largely used in the construction of aircraft are made of milk. If the Germans use these commodities to help them to bomb our women and children, rather than to feed the populations who produce them, we may be sure that imported foods would go the same way, directly or indirectly, or be employed to relieve the enemy of the responsibilities he has so wantonly assumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let Hitler bear his responsibilities to the full and let the peoples of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; who groan beneath his yoke aid in every way the coming of the day when that yoke will be broken. Meanwhile, we can and we will arrange in advance for the speedy entry of food into any part of the enslaved area, when this part has been wholly cleared of German forces, and has genuinely regained its freedom. We shall do our best to encourage the building up of reserves of food all over the world, so that there will always be held up before the eyes of the peoples of Europe, including - I say deliberately - the German and Austrian peoples, the certainty that the shattering of the Nazi power will bring to them all immediate food, freedom and peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rather more than a quarter of a year has passed since the new Government came into power in this country. What a cataract of disaster has poured out upon us since then. The trustful Dutch overwhelmed; their beloved and respected Sovereign driven into exile; the peaceful city of &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Rotterdam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the scene of a massacre as hideous and brutal as anything in the Thirty Years' War. Belgium invaded and beaten down; our own fine Expeditionary Force, which King Leopold called to his rescue, cut off and almost captured, escaping as it seemed only by a miracle and with the loss of all its equipment; our Ally, France, out; Italy in against us; all France in the power of the enemy, all its arsenals and vast masses of military material converted or convertible to the enemy's use; a puppet Government set up at Vichy which may at any moment be forced to become our foe; the whole Western seaboard of Europe from the North Cape to the Spanish frontier in German hands; all the ports, all the air-fields on this immense front, employed against us as potential springboards of invasion.&amp;nbsp; Moreover, the German air power, numerically so far outstripping ours, has been brought so close to our &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; that what we used to dread greatly has come to pass and the hostile bombers not only reach our shores in a few minutes and from many directions, but can be escorted by their fighting aircraft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why, Sir, if we had been confronted at the beginning of May with such a prospect, it would have seemed incredible that at the end of a period of horror and disaster, or at this point in a period of horror and disaster, we should stand erect, sure of ourselves, masters of our fate and with the conviction of final victory burning unquenchable in our hearts. Few would have believed we could survive; none would have believed that we should to-day not only feel stronger but should actually be stronger than we have ever been before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let us see what has happened on the other side of the scales. The British nation and the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;British Empire&lt;/st1:place&gt; finding themselves alone, stood undismayed against disaster. No one flinched or wavered; nay, some who formerly thought of peace, now think only of war. Our people are united and resolved, as they have never been before. Death and ruin have become small things compared with the shame of defeat or failure in duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We cannot tell what lies ahead. It may be that even greater ordeals lie before us. We shall face whatever is coming to us. We are sure of ourselves and of our cause and that is the supreme fact which has emerged in these months of trial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, we have not only fortified our hearts but our &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We have rearmed and rebuilt our armies in a degree which would have been deemed impossible a few months ago. We have ferried across the Atlantic, in the month of July, thanks to our friends over there, an immense mass of munitions of all kinds, cannon, rifles, machine-guns, cartridges, and shell, all safely landed without the loss of a gun or a round. The output of our own factories, working as they have never worked before, has poured forth to the troops. The whole British Army is at home. More than 2,000,000 determined men have rifles and bayonets in their hands to-night and three-quarters of them are in regular military formations. We have never had armies like this in our &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; in time of war. The whole &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; bristles against invaders, from the sea or from the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I explained to the House in the middle of June, the stronger our Army at home, the larger must the invading expedition be, and the larger the invading expedition, the less difficult will be the task of the Navy in detecting its assembly and in intercepting and destroying it on passage; and the greater also would be the difficulty of feeding and supplying the invaders if ever they landed, in the teeth of continuous naval and air attack on their communications. All this is classical and venerable doctrine. As in Nelson's day, the maxim holds, "Our first line of defence is the enemy's ports." Now air reconnaissance and photography have brought to an old principle a new and potent aid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our Navy is far stronger than it was at the beginning of the war. The great flow of new construction set on foot at the outbreak is now beginning to come in. We hope our friends across the ocean will send us a timely reinforcement to bridge the gap between the peace flotillas of 1939 and the war flotillas of 1941. There is no difficulty in sending such aid. The seas and oceans are open. The U-boats are contained. The magnetic mine is, up to the present time, effectively mastered. The merchant tonnage under the British flag, after a year of unlimited U-boat war, after eight months of intensive mining attack, is larger than when we began. We have, in addition, under our control at least 4,000,000 tons of shipping from the captive countries which has taken refuge here or in the harbours of the Empire. Our stocks of food of all kinds are far more abundant than in the days of peace and a large and growing programme of food production is on foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I say all this? Not assuredly to boast; not assuredly to give the slightest countenance to complacency. The dangers we face are still enormous, but so are our advantages and resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I recount them because the people have a right to know that there are solid grounds for the confidence which we feel, and that we have good reason to believe ourselves capable, as I said in a very dark hour two months ago, of continuing the war "if necessary alone, if necessary for years." I say it also because the fact that the British Empire stands invincible, and that Nazidom is still being resisted, will kindle again the spark of hope in the breasts of hundreds of millions of downtrodden or despairing men and women throughout Europe, and far beyond its bounds, and that from these sparks there will presently come cleansing and devouring flame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The great air battle which has been in progress over this &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the last few weeks has recently attained a high intensity. It is too soon to attempt to assign limits either to its scale or to its duration. We must certainly expect that greater efforts will be made by the enemy than any he has so far put forth. Hostile air fields are still being developed in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Low Countries&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and the movement of squadrons and material for attacking us is still proceeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is quite plain that Herr Hitler could not admit defeat in his air attack on &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Great Britain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; without sustaining most serious injury. If, after all his boastings and blood-curdling threats and lurid accounts trumpeted round the world of the damage he has inflicted, of the vast numbers of our Air Force he has shot down, so he says, with so little loss to himself; if after tales of the panic-stricken British crushed in their holes cursing the plutocratic Parliament which has led them to such a plight; if after all this his whole air onslaught were forced after a while tamely to peter out, the Fuehrer's reputation for veracity of statement might be seriously impugned. We may be sure, therefore, that he will continue as long as he has the strength to do so, and as long as any preoccupations he may have in respect of the Russian Air Force allow him to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand, the conditions and course of the fighting have so far been favourable to us. I told the House two months ago that whereas in France our fighter aircraft were wont to inflict a loss of two or three to one upon the Germans, and in the fighting at Dunkirk, which was a kind of no-man's-land, a loss of about three or four to one, we expected that in an attack on this Island we should achieve a larger ratio. This has certainly come true. It must also be remembered that all the enemy machines and pilots which are shot down over our Island, or over the seas which surround it, are either destroyed or captured; whereas a considerable proportion of our machines, and also of our pilots, are saved, and soon again in many cases come into action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A vast and admirable system of salvage, directed by the Ministry of Aircraft Production, ensures the speediest return to the fighting line of damaged machines, and the most provident and speedy use of all the spare parts and material. At the same time the splendid, nay, astounding increase in the output and repair of British aircraft and engines which Lord Beaverbrook has achieved by a genius of organisation and drive, which looks like magic, has given us overflowing reserves of every type of aircraft, and an ever-mounting stream of production both in quantity and quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The enemy is, of course, far more numerous than we are. But our new production already, as I am advised, largely exceeds his, and the American production is only just beginning to flow in. It is a fact, as I see from my daily returns, that our bomber and fighter strength now, after all this fighting, are larger than they have ever been. We believe that we shall be able to continue the air struggle indefinitely and as long as the enemy pleases, and the longer it continues the more rapid will be our approach, first towards that parity, and then into that superiority in the air, upon which in a large measure the decision of the war depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The gratitude of every home in our &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;, in our Empire, and indeed throughout the world, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to the British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of the world war by their prowess and by their devotion. Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All hearts go out to the fighter pilots, whose brilliant actions we see with our own eyes day after day; but we must never forget that all the time, night after night, month after month, our bomber squadrons travel far into Germany, find their targets in the darkness by the highest navigational skill, aim their attacks, often under the heaviest fire, often with serious loss, with deliberate careful discrimination, and inflict shattering blows upon the whole of the technical and war-making structure of the Nazi power. On no part of the Royal Air Force does the weight of the war fall more heavily than on the daylight bombers who will play an invaluable part in the case of invasion and whose unflinching zeal it has been necessary in the meanwhile on numerous occasions to restrain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are able to verify the results of bombing military targets in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, not only by reports which reach us through many sources, but also, of course, by photography. I have no hesitation in saying that this process of bombing the military industries and communications of Germany and the air bases and storage depots from which we are attacked, which process will continue upon an ever-increasing scale until the end of the war, and may in another year attain dimensions hitherto undreamed of, affords one at least of the most certain, if not the shortest of all the roads to victory. Even if the Nazi legions stood triumphant on the Black Sea, or indeed upon the Caspian, even if Hitler was at the gates of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, it would profit him nothing if at the same time the entire economic and scientific apparatus of German war power lay shattered and pulverised at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fact that the invasion of this Island upon a large scale has become a far more difficult operation with every week that has passed since we saved our Army at Dunkirk, and our very great preponderance of sea-power enable us to turn our eyes and to turn our strength increasingly towards the Mediterranean and against that other enemy who, without the slightest provocation, coldly and deliberately, for greed and gain, stabbed France in the back in the moment of her agony, and is now marching against us in Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The defection of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has, of course, been deeply damaging to our position in what is called, somewhat oddly, the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Middle East&lt;/st1:place&gt;. In the defence of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Somaliland&lt;/st1:place&gt;, for instance, we had counted upon strong French forces attacking the Italians from Jibuti. We had counted also upon the use of the French naval and air bases in the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and particularly upon the North African shore. We had counted upon the French Fleet. Even though metropolitan &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was temporarily overrun, there was no reason why the French Navy, substantial parts of the French Army, the French Air Force and the French Empire overseas should not have continued the struggle at our side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shielded by overwhelming sea-power, possessed of invaluable strategic bases and of ample funds, &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; might have remained one of the great combatants in the struggle. By so doing, &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would have preserved the continuity of her life, and the French Empire might have advanced with the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;British Empire&lt;/st1:place&gt; to the rescue of the independence and integrity of the French Motherland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In our own case, if we had been put in the terrible position of France, a contingency now happily impossible, although, of course, it would have been the duty of all war leaders to fight on here to the end, it would also have been their duty, as I indicated in my speech of 4th June, to provide as far as possible for the Naval security of Canada and our Dominions and to make sure they had the means to carry the struggle from beyond the oceans. Most of the other countries that have been overrun by &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for the time being have preserved valiantly and faithfully. The Czechs, the Poles, the Norwegians, the Dutch, the Belgians are still in the field, sword in hand, recognised by Great Britain and the United States as the sole representative authorities and lawful Governments of their respective States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; alone should lie prostrate at this moment, is the crime, not of a great and noble nation, but of what are called "the men of &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Vichy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;." We have profound sympathy with the French people. Our old comradeship with &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is not dead. In General de Gaulle and his gallant band, that comradeship takes an effective form. These free Frenchmen have been condemned to death by &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Vichy&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but the day will come, as surely as the sun will rise to-morrow, when their names will be held in honour, and their names will be graven in stone in the streets and villages of a &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; restored in a liberated &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; to its full freedom and its ancient fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But this conviction which I feel of the future cannot affect the immediate problems which confront us in the Mediterranean and in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It had been decided some time before the beginning of the war not to defend the Protectorate of Somaliland. That policy was changed when the French gave in, and when our small forces there, a few battalions, a few guns, were attacked by all the Italian troops, nearly two divisions, which had formerly faced the French at Jibuti, it was right to withdraw our detachments, virtually intact, for action elsewhere. Far larger operations no doubt impend in the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Middle East&lt;/st1:place&gt; theatre, and I shall certainly not attempt to discuss or prophesy about their probable course. We have large armies and many means of reinforcing them. We have the complete sea command of the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Eastern Mediterranean&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We intend to do our best to give a good account of ourselves, and to discharge faithfully and resolutely all our obligations and duties in that quarter of the world. More than that I do not think the House would wish me to say at the present time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A good many people have written to me to ask me to make on this occasion a fuller statement of our war aims, and of the kind of peace we wish to make after the war, than is contained in the very considerable declaration which was made early in the Autumn. Since then we have made common cause with &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Norway&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Holland&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Belgium&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. We have recognised the Czech Government of Dr. Benes, and we have told General de Gaulle that our success will carry with it the restoration of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do not think it would be wise at this moment, while the battle rages and the war is still perhaps only in its earlier stage, to embark upon elaborate speculations about the future shape which should be given to Europe or the new securities which must be arranged to spare mankind the miseries of a third World War. The ground is not new, it has been frequently traversed and explored, and many ideas are held about it in common by all good men, and all free men. But before we can undertake the task of rebuilding we have not only to be convinced ourselves, but we have to convince all other countries that the Nazi tyranny is going to be finally broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The right to guide the course of world history is the noblest prize of victory. We are still toiling up the hill; we have not yet reached the crest-line of it; we cannot survey the landscape or even imagine what its condition will be when that longed-for morning comes. The task which lies before us immediately is at once more practical, more simple and more stern. I hope - indeed I pray - that we shall not be found unworthy of our victory if after toil and tribulation it is granted to us. For the rest, we have to gain the victory. That is our task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is, however, one direction in which we can see a little more clearly ahead. We have to think not only for ourselves but for the lasting security of the cause and principles for which we are fighting and of the long future of the British Commonwealth of Nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some months ago we came to the conclusion that the interests of the United States and of the British Empire both required that the United States should have facilities for the naval and air defence of the Western hemisphere against the attack of a Nazi power which might have acquired temporary but lengthy control of a large part of Western Europe and its formidable resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had therefore decided spontaneously, and without being asked or offered any inducement, to inform the Government of the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that we would be glad to place such defence facilities at their disposal by leasing suitable sites in our Transatlantic possessions for their greater security against the unmeasured dangers of the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The principle of association of interests for common purposes between &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Great Britain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; had developed even before the war. Various agreements had been reached about certain small islands in the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Pacific Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt; which had become important as air fuelling points. In all this line of thought we found ourselves in very close harmony with the Government of Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Presently we learned that anxiety was also felt in the United States about the air and naval defence of their Atlantic seaboard, and President Roosevelt has recently made it clear that he would like to discuss with us, and with the Dominion of Canada and with Newfoundland, the development of American naval and air facilities in Newfoundland and in the West Indies. There is, of course, no question of any transference of sovereignty - that has never been suggested - or of any action being taken, without the consent or against the wishes of the various Colonies concerned, but for our part, His Majesty's Government are entirely willing to accord defence facilities to the United States on a 99 years' leasehold basis, and we feel sure that our interests no less than theirs, and the interests of the Colonies themselves and of Canada and Newfoundland will be served thereby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are important steps. Undoubtedly this process means that these two great organisations of the English-speaking democracies, the British Empire and the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, will have to be somewhat mixed up together in some of their affairs for mutual and general advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For my own part, looking out upon the future, I do not view the process with any misgivings. I could not stop it if I wished; no one can stop it. Like the &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, it just keeps rolling along. Let it roll. Let it roll on full flood, inexorable, irresistible, benignant, to broader lands and better days.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winstonchurchill.org/i4a/pages/index.cfm?pageid=420"&gt;The Churchill Centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1356159495882222711?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1356159495882222711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1356159495882222711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1356159495882222711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1356159495882222711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-was-so-much.html' title='Never Was So Much....'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1809518915378326137</id><published>2009-01-21T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:36:14.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1940</title><content type='html'>1-3 August 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gas house was opened at Stanhope House for testing respirators. Training being carried out and a route march held on Friday. Battalion on 1 hour notice to move so no passes issued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-10 August 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual company church parades held on Sunday and limited passes granted for Horsham. Battalion paraded to Cocksey Farm and carried out exercise with tanks. GOC addressed the unit and told them that this type of fighting is what we could expect. Route march held and then the unit paraded to the mobile bath unit. Further tank training held during the week to familiarize the unit with working with tanks. We practiced moving out to the training area in company pacquets to speed up movement. Sports afternoon held on Thursday. We went on a 18 mile route march which id the longest route march we have made to date. Battalion marched to Cocksey Farm for week-end exercise with tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-17 August 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were training on Sunday and the GOC observed the exercise and he was not to pleased and he let us know. Returned to unit lines and no passes were issued due to "stand to." We all had to wear gas masks for a set period each day. This was extremely uncomfortable. A concert was given on Monday night in Newdigate by the local inhabitants. We were also required to go into slit trenches during any air raids. We went on an exercise on Thursday to Ford Manor. It was a move by MT combined with a march. When we were returning to our area in the afternoon we were forced over the side of the road where we were enabled to witness our first air battle. A whistling bomb fell in the vicinity of the Commanding Officers vehicle. A party of 120 men under Capt. K Whyte left the Lydd ranges. Balance of the week spent on training as set out in the training syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-24 August 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual church parades held. The party of men at Lydd ranges shot down a German aircraft and this was confirmed by a letter from General McNaughton and General Pearkes. Pte. Clark was on the LMG which shot the plane down. Two Polish officers attached to the unit for training. Infantry-tank training held all day Wednesday. Air raid on Saturday night reported to have killed some troops in the RCR area. This was not confirmed. Frequent air raids being reported each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-31 August 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had church parades on Sunday in the Company areas. Several bombs are reported to have fallen in the area and more casualties reported. We went on exercise Horne with tanks and bivouaced in the area prior to the exercise. Capt. MacKenzie showed the CO a newspaper clipping stating that he and Lt. Col Calquhon, of the PPCLI, were returning to Canada for executive positions with the 3rd Canadian Division. General Pearkes present for exercise Horne and he confirmed that the CO was indeed returning to Canada to be given command of a Brigade. Major Southam is to be promoted Lt. Col and to command the 48th Highlanders. We returned to Newdigate at 1300hrs. CO given a farewell dinner and two air raid warnings were sounded while it was in progress. Privilege leave being given to 10% of unit with warrant. Several air raid warnings received during the week and a good deal of the time we spent in our slit trenches. Final unit parade held for Lt. Col E.W. Haldenby who then turned the unit over to Major W.W. Southam. We marched past Lt. Col Haldenby for the last time. During the air raid on Friday PSM  Miller's platoon captured a German pilot from one of the two planes seen to have come down in our area. A little later PSM Osbourne drove his platoon vehicle to close to a German bomber that had been forced down, It either caught fire or was set on fire by the crew and exploded. The 15 cwt was totally destroyed as it was near to the aircraft. A considerable number of weapons and a large quantity of ammunition were also destroyed. There were a total of three other raids and several planes were down in the area. Capt. Crawford-Brown and five men chased another parachute which turned out to be a barrage balloon that had come down. [note: we were stationed at this time in that part of England receiving the brunt of the action during the Battle of Britain.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Britain"&gt;The Battle of Britain &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1809518915378326137?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1809518915378326137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1809518915378326137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1809518915378326137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1809518915378326137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/august-1940.html' title='August 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8772400800294464876</id><published>2009-01-16T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:32:38.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter: December 1939</title><content type='html'>Being home for a short visit has given me the opportunity to transcribe a letter Granddad wrote to his mother back in December of 1939 when he was headed overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aboard the Regina del Pacifico Dec 21 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally abroad ship in Halifax basin waiting to move out sometime to-day. There is quite a few ships in the convoy and we are having a wonderful escort overseas. The quarters aboard ship are fairly comfortable considering the fact that I have never slept in a hammock before. We have wonderful meals and when I say wonderful thats what I mean. The only objection to life aboard ship is that we sleep and eat in the same room. I hope you got my letter from Quebec we had nothing to do so we wrote letters. I wrote one to you and Theresa and a card to Mr. Lovick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you will be getting my picture tomorrow and Theresa will be calling for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do life drill most of the time in case anything happens but the Officers say it will be practically impossible for anything to get us on account of the marvelous naval convoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is all the folks at home and how is Nanny? Tell her the pies were delicious and we ate them on Sunday in Quebec and one on Monday in New Brunswick. I still have the pacs of stuff, cigarettes and Xmas cake left but it is gradually disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As yet I have received only one letter and that was from Ron but it was late getting me in Toronto so it was forwarded from the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out ship used to be a luxury liner in the South Pacific ocean and she is built on the lines of a Spanish villa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today it has been miserably wet and foggy and it rained last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the kids are getting all ready for Christmas you know that Xmas is there big time. Please take some of my money and buy them something. I want you to do that now. When we get in England I will mail you another letter and then you will know what the trip was like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well must close now as the time for life boat drill is close and I have to get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well keep well and keep smiling and I wish everyone a merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8772400800294464876?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8772400800294464876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8772400800294464876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8772400800294464876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8772400800294464876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/letter-december-1939.html' title='Letter: December 1939'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8722609404517717347</id><published>2009-01-14T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:46:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Unknown Warriors: July 14th 1940</title><content type='html'>During the last fortnight the British Navy, in addition to blockading what is left of the German Fleet and chasing the Italian Fleet, has had imposed upon it the sad duty of putting effectually out of action for the duration of the war the capital ships of the French Navy. These, under the Armistice terms, signed in the railway coach at Compiegne, would have been placed within the power of Nazi Germany. The transference of these ships to Hitler would have endangered the security of both Great Britain and the United States. We therefore had no choice but to act as we did, and to act forthwith. Our painful task is now complete. Although the unfinished battleship, the Jean Bart, still rests in a Moroccan harbor and there are a number of French warships at Toulon and in various French ports all over the world, these are not in a condition or of a character to derange our preponderance of naval power. As long, therefore, as they make no attempt to return to ports controlled by Germany or Italy, we shall not molest them in any way. That melancholy phase in our relations with France has, so far as we are concerned, come to an end.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let us think rather of the future. Today is the fourteenth of July, the national festival of France. A year ago in Paris I watched the stately parade down the Champs Elysees of the French Army and the French empire. Who can foresee what the course of other years will bring? Faith is given to us to help and comfort us when we stand in awe before the unfurling scroll of human destiny. And I proclaim my faith that some of us will live to see a fourteenth of July when a liberated France will once again rejoice in her greatness and in her glory, and once again stand forward as the champion of the freedom and the rights of man. When the day dawns, as dawn it will, the soul of France will turn with comprehension and with kindness to those Frenchmen and Frenchwomen, wherever they may be, who in the darkest hour did not despair of the Republic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the meantime, we shall not waste our breath nor cumber our thought with reproaches. When you have a friend and comrade at whose side you have faced tremendous struggles, and your friend is smitten down by a stunning blow, it may be necessary to make sure that the weapon that has fallen from his hands shall not be added to the resources of your common enemy. But you need not bear malice because of your friend's cries of delirium and gestures of agony. You must not add to his pain; you must work for his recovery. The association of interest between Britain and France remains. The cause remains. Duty inescapable remains. So long as our pathway to victory is not impeded, we are ready to discharge such offices of good will toward the French Government as may be possible, and to foster the trade and help the administration of those parts of the great French Empire which are now cut off from captive France, but which maintain their freedom. Subject to the iron demands of the war which we are now waging against Hitler and all his works, we shall try so to conduct ourselves that every true French heart will beat and glow at the way we carry on the struggle; and that not only France, but all the oppressed countries in Europe may feel that each British victory is a step towards the liberation of the Continent from the foulest thralldom into which it has ever been cast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All goes to show that the war will be long and hard. No one can tell where it will spread. One thing is certain: the peoples of Europe will not be ruled for long by the Nazi Gestapo, nor will the world yield itself to Hitler's gospel of hatred, appetite and domination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And now it has come to us to stand alone in the breach, and face the worst that the tyrant's might and enmity can do. Bearing ourselves humbly before God, but conscious that we serve an unfolding purpose, we are ready to defend our native land against the invasion by which it is threatened. We are fighting by ourselves alone; but we are not fighting for ourselves alone. Here in this strong City of Refuge which enshrines the title-deeds of human progress and is of deep consequence to Christian civilization; here, girt about by the seas and oceans where the Navy reigns; shielded from above by the prowess and devotion of our airmen-we await undismayed the impending assault. Perhaps it will come tonight. Perhaps it will come next week. Perhaps it will never come. We must show ourselves equally capable of meeting a sudden violent shock or-what is perhaps a harder test-a prolonged vigil. But be the ordeal sharp or long, or both, we shall seek no terms, we shall tolerate no parley; we may show mercy-we shall ask for none.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can easily understand how sympathetic onlookers across the Atlantic, or anxious friends in the yet-unravished countries of Europe, who cannot measure our resources or our resolve, may have feared for our survival when they saw so many States and kingdoms torn to pieces in a few weeks or even days by the monstrous force of the Nazi war machine. But Hitler has not yet been withstood by a great nation with a will power the equal of his own. Many of these countries have been poisoned by intrigue before they were struck down by violence. They have been rotted from within before they were smitten from without. How else can you explain what has happened to France?-to the French Army, to the French people, to the leaders of the French people?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But here, in our Island, we are in good health and in good heart. We have seen how Hitler prepared in scientific detail the plans for destroying the neighbor countries&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of Germany. He had his plans for Poland and his plans for Norway. He had his plans for Denmark. He had his plans all worked out for the doom of the peaceful, trustful Dutch; and, of course, for the Belgians. We have seen how the French were undermined and overthrown. We may therefore be sure that there is a plan-perhaps built up over years-for destroying Great Britain, which after all has the honor to be his main and foremost enemy. All I can say is that any plan for invading Britain which Hitler made two months ago must have had to be entirely recast in order to meet our new position. Two months ago-nay, one month ago-our first and main effort was to keep our best Army in France. All our regular troops, all our output of munitions, and a very large part of our Air Force, had to be sent to France and maintained in action there. But now we have it all at home. Never before in the last war-or in this-have we had in this Island an Army comparable in quality, equipment or numbers to that which stands here on guard tonight. We have a million and a half men in the British Army under arms tonight, and every week of June and July has seen their organization, their defenses and their striking power advance by leaps and bounds. No praise is too high for the officers and men-aye, and civilians-who have made this immense transformation in so short a time. Behind these soldiers of the regular Army, as a means of destruction for parachutists, air-borne invaders, and any traitors that may be found in our midst (but I do not believe there are many-woe betide them, they will get short shrift)-behind the regular Army we have more than a million of the Local Defense Volunteers, or, as they are much better called, the "Home Guard." These officers and men, a large proportion of whom have been through the last war, have the strongest desire to attack and come to close quarters with the enemy wherever he may appear. Should the invader come to Britain, there will be no placid lying down of the people in submission before him, as we have seen, alas, in other countries. We shall defend every village, every town, and every city. The vast mass of London itself, fought street by street, could easily devour an entire hostile army; and we would rather see London laid in ruins and ashes than that it should be tamely and abjectly enslaved. I am bound to state these facts, because it is necessary to inform our people of our intentions, and thus to reassure them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This has been a great week for the Royal Air Force, and for the Fighter Command. They have shot down more than five to one of the German aircraft which have tried to molest our convoys in the Channel, or have ventured to cross the British coast line. These are, of course, only the preliminary encounters to the great air battles which lie ahead. But I know of no reason why we should be discontented with the results so far achieved; although, of course, we hope to improve upon them as the fighting becomes more widespread and comes more inland. Around all lies the power of the Royal Navy. With over a thousand armed ships under the White Ensign, patrolling the seas, the Navy, which is capable of transferring its force very readily to the protection of any part of the British Empire which may be threatened, is capable also of keeping open communication with the New World, from whom, as the struggle deepens, increasing aid will come. Is it not remarkable that after ten months of unlimited U-boat and air attack upon our commerce, our food reserves are higher than they have ever been, and we have a substantially larger tonnage under our own flag, apart from great numbers of foreign ships in our control, than we had at the beginning of the war? Why do I dwell on all this? Not, surely, to induce any slackening of effort or vigilance. On the contrary. These must be redoubled, and we must prepare not only for the summer, but for the winter; not only for 1941, but for 1942; when the war will, I trust, take a different form from the defensive, in which it has hitherto been bound. I dwell on these elements in our strength, on these resources which we have mobilized and control-I dwell on them because it is right to show that the good cause can command the means of survival; and that while we toil through the dark valley we can see the sunlight on the uplands beyond.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stand at the head of a Government representing all Parties in the State-all creeds, all classes, every recognizable section of opinion. We are ranged beneath the Crown of our ancient monarchy. We are supported by a free Parliament and a free Press; but there is one bond which unites us all and sustains us in the public regard-namely (as is increasingly becoming known), that we are prepared to proceed to all extremities, to endure them and to enforce them; that is our bond of union in His Majesty's Government tonight. Thus only, in times like these, can nations preserve their freedom; and thus only can they uphold the cause entrusted to their care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But all depends now upon the whole life-strength of the British race in every part of the world and of all our associated peoples and of all our well-wishers in every land, doing their utmost night and day, giving all, daring all, enduring all-to the utmost-to the end. This is no war of chieftains or of princes, of dynasties or national ambition; it is a war of peoples and of causes. There are vast numbers, not only in this Island but in every land, who will render faithful service in this war, but whose names will never be known, whose deeds will never be recorded. This is a War of the Unknown Warriors; but let all strive without failing in faith or in duty, and the dark curse of Hitler will be lifted from our age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.winstonchurchill.org/i4a/pages/index.cfm?pageid=419"&gt;The Churchill Centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8722609404517717347?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8722609404517717347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8722609404517717347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8722609404517717347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8722609404517717347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/war-of-unknown-warriors-july-14th-1940.html' title='War of the Unknown Warriors: July 14th 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-888168116101607506</id><published>2009-01-14T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:42:42.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1940</title><content type='html'>1-6 July 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual training being carried out. CO on recce to Newdigate area in Sussex for proposed assembly area/reinforcements in from the holding unit and they were on the range all week qualifying in small arms. Several air raid alerts sounded during the week. Battalion sports day held on Thursday. On Friday we were bussed on Bowling Alley to dig huge anti-tank ditch and it was a real lousy job. Air raid near Aldershot and bombs were dropped very near to our barracks. Several men in the Royal Canadian Ordnance Corps barracks were killed in this raid in full daylight on Saturday afternoon. We are finding life in the barracks very hard and extremely boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-13 July 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade to St. Andres church on Sunday. Out on pass for the balance of the day. We were required to report back between 1700-1800hrs. Back out on Monday to Bowling Alley to dig that bloody anti-tank ditch. Practiced embussing on buses from No 10 Bus Carrying Company RASC. Digging that infernal ditch again at Bowling Alley. Unit on fairly long route march on Friday to West End, Ash Vale and Farnborough. Restrictions placed on leave. Commanding Officers parade and kit inspection on Saturday and then out on pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-20 July 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were required to dig that anti-tank ditch at Bowling Alley all day Sunday. It is bloody hard and boring work- We are still in the process of being re-kitted after the disaster in France where we lost most of our equipment. On Monday the CO spoke to us to tell us why were were going to the Newdigate area to bivouac. Advance party left for thr area Monday. Tuesday was spent in cleaning up the barracks. Left Aldershot at 1250hrs and arrived in Newdigate are at 1730hrs. The area was not in very good shape and we were required to do quite a lot of work to put the roads in shape around the company areas. Most of the unit officers away as umpires on an exercise. A lot of men were reported as AWOL. Village of Newdigate withing the battalion area so no pass is required to go into it. Allowed to go to Dorking and Horsham on pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-27 July 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parades held in company area and then we were allowed out on pass for a short period. Training commenced and also 4 day leave granted to the unit on a selected basis and not to exceed 10% of the strength of the unit at any time. Raining off and on all week and living conditions not too good. Route march on Friday around the Dorking area and 12 miles were covered. Practice move held on Saturday night and it did not go to well as Royal Tank Regiment was practicing similar move in our area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-31 July 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parades held on Sunday area. A Dental Officer reported to the unit for duty. Training being held as usual. Local inhabitants of Newdigate put on a show for us in the village hall on Tuesday evening. CO had a meeting of the sub-units on Wednesday and explained the situation and out need to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Battle of Britain begins. Operation Sea Lion, set for September 1940. Churchill makes one of his famous speeches. July 19th: Hilter offers Peace terms to England but is rejected by Lord Halifax.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-888168116101607506?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/888168116101607506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=888168116101607506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/888168116101607506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/888168116101607506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/july-1940.html' title='July 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2357323714017118746</id><published>2009-01-11T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:57:23.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1940: To France and Back</title><content type='html'>1-8 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CO attended an O FP at Brigade HQ and was told that two sections of 1 Field Company RCE and F Troop 51 Battery (A/Tank) were to be attached for all purposes to the unit. Unit acting as defence force for Syewell aerodome. The CO and two other officers went in a recce to the East Coast and the Wash area. No church parade held as large assemblies of troops forbidden. Everyone had an hour's notice to move. Monday the stand to was eased and we were allowed to go into Wellinboro on pass. Majors Southam and Ganong were held in custody during the course of a recce of the East Coast area. We had a practice move on Wednesday night. Drove in unit MT and back to battalion area on Thursday night at 0300hrs. Battalion back on one hour stand to. Received orders to move back to Aldershot at 1550hrs. Saturday, 8th of June was my 20th Birthday and on that day the King and Queen visited the unit in the afternoon. I was guard bugler with the guard from C Coy and sounded the Royal Salute. The pipe band played from its station at the the foot of the Barossa Road during the whole time the Royal party spent inspecting us. CO received word that the transport of the unit was to move on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCE&lt;br /&gt;9-15 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit held church parade on Sunday in the form of a drum head service on the grass lawn North of the parade square. Unit MT left at 0800hrs for Falmouth and then France. Carrier platoon left Monday morning for Falmouth. Short intensive periods of training were instituted including one hour route march in full pack. Route march again on Tuesday-small draft of reinforcements received from holding unit. All OR's paid 10 shillings Wednesday and allowed out on pass till 1700hrs. Battalion started to entrain at 2200hrs Wednesday. A Coy went first and remainder of the battalion leaving at 2030hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Millbay dock at Plymouth and were fed on the dock. Embarked at 0930hrs on the French ship El Mansour which normally ran between Algiers and Marseilles. Lord and Lady Astor came to the dock to watch us board the ship. Admiral Sir Charles Naismith VC also present and to the CO and Major Hendrie to lunch at Admiralty House at Plymouth. The Royal Marines Band played as we pulled away from the dock at 1430hrs. The 48th Highlanders were sharing accomendation on board wth the RCR, A/Tk Bty RCA and the 1 Fd Ambulance. Very crowded on board and the sanitary arrangements were quite apaling with two to three inches of water on the latrine floor and they were constantly in use. We were issued iron rations and that is all we received while on the ship. Hot water issued and we were able to make tea, which was only hot and had no resemblance to what is commonly known as tea. Convoy of one other Troop Ship and three destroyers left Plymouth harbour at 1930hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/images/france401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/images/france401.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sana-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Members of the Transport Platoon boarding S.S. El Monour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sana-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/england.htm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;[note: on this day, Paris was captured by the Germans.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip across the channel to Brest was quite uneventful except that we all got precious little sleep. No one was sick as the channel was perfectly calm. We docked in Brest at 0800hrs. We had already been fed breakfast of iron rations on board so we disembarked quickly to the ramparts above the dock area. The 48th Highlanders and the Royal Canadian Regiment were the first Canadian units to land in France. Rested under the trees on the ramparts until 1045hrs. We moved out to the Lower Station at 1045hrs and boarded our troop train. Left Brest at 1145hrs with the 1 Cdn Inf Bde Headquarters staff on the train with us. The CO was OC Train. Proceeded slowly through Laval and Rennes. The Rail Transport Officer at Brest advised the CO that there would be stops along the way for feeding but in fact no organized stops were made. Had a long stop at Rennes and quite a number of the men were able to get local inhabitants to purchase some bottles of local wine for us. Bloody awful stuff it was too. The only food available for us was iron rations. Many refugee trains passed us. At 2200hrs the CO called an Orders group and issued orders for holding of Sable. Advised the the Germans were in Paris and German armour could be expected any time. Some German Divisional troops and artillery were reported in the Sable area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 0300hrs the Battalion arrived in Sable. The CO was faced with two choices. If we were to be billeted in Sable then we would be responsible for positions North of the River and if we did not billet in the town then we would take up positions in the woods to the North with the river to the reat and to the right. The RTO at Sable advised the CO that he had orders to have the train returned to Brest. He told the CO that the War Council had been meeting all the previous day and he knew nothing further, which he did shortly after speaking to the CO. Using interpreters the CO spoke to the French Military Railway Authorities who told him that France was about to capitulate and the Brigadier, who was also on the train decided to go back to Brest. An LMG was mounted on the flat car attached to the rear of the train and PSM Laurie was brought to the engine to drive it if the French Engineer failed to do his job. Capt. W.G. Darling also rode in the cab with a supply of money and wine to keep the French Engineer happy. Armed guards rode in the coal tender and men were detailed to act as stokers for the engineer. We left Sable at 0500hrs after the Engineer had been fed a breakfast. The CO's orders were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At Laval all Company Commanders were to ride with their men in their respective coaches&lt;br /&gt;2) All troops were to be advised of the situation&lt;br /&gt;3) If attacked by air the train would go as far as possible&lt;br /&gt;4) If attacked by armour we would detrain and fight and if possible get the train moving&lt;br /&gt;5) If that proved impossible we were to scatter and move in platoon groups to either Nantes or St. Nazaire and hope for a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On recepit of the news some of the men discarded their heavy equipment and many windows on the train were broken out to prevent glass splintering in the event we were bombed. At Laval the move to Brest was confirmed and another flat car was added to the train and two more LMGs were mounted on it. At Rennes it was considered that the danger zone for mechanized columns had been passed and the officers returned to their car. The RTO at Brest confirmed that the BEF were evacuating France. After leaving Rennes it was noticed we were on a different route. At Dol Mjor Hendrie sent word back that the Engineer had orders to take the train to St. Malo. An English speaking RTO came aboard and told the CO that this was not the case and he would have the train switched to Brest via a second class line. Soon after leaving Dol it was apparent that this was not done and as a result we soon pulled into St. Malo. The RTO at St. Malo stated that we should have gone to Brest but he promised to try and find a boat. The train was divided at the siding and the AA guns mounted on each side. The RTO advised that a ship was available so we left the train and marched to the ship. We boarded HMT Biarritz at 1750hrs with the remnants of other British and Canadian units. The Royal Engineer Officer, who was OC ship, requested that the unit mount AA guns and this was done. Sailing delayed as 500 more men were embarked. We remained tied to the dock the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-22 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;[note: France signed an armistice with Germany this week.]&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO ENGLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ship sailed at 0400hrs from St. Malo with over 2000 men on board a ship licensed for a capacity of 800 with life boat spaces allotted accordingly. We were feed a good meal and the sanitary arrangements aboard ship were surprisingly good considering the circumstances. The sea was dead calm with lots of surface fog in the morning. Spotted a destroyer about 0800hrs and after identifying us it went on its way. An RAF flying boat circled us several times about 1100hrs and then flew off. Passed the Isle of Wright at 1300hrs and landed at Southampton docks at 1630hrs. We immediately left the ship and boarded a train for Farnborough. Arrived Farnborough at 1900hrs and were bussed to Corunna Barracks. We were fed a light meal and allowed out on pass until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent in checking losses on equipment and in a general clean up. The CO addressed all ranks in the Stanhope Theatre on the lessons learned on the trip to France. The remainder of the other sub-units reported back during the week. The unit transport was all left in France and it was destoyed as there was no way to get it out. Unit training resumed. Unit on pass to Aldershot on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-30 June 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parades this Sunday and due to heavy rain we all paraded in steel helmets and gas capes. On pass the remainder of the day. Passive Air Defence messages received all week. Company training being held. Unit sports day on Wednesday. Thursday we went on a route march to Frensham Great Pond where we swam and had lunch. Returned to barracks at 1630hrs by transport. 3 days leave with warrant granted to 7% of the unit on rotating bases. Battalion paraded to St. Andrews for church service and then we were allowed out of barracks to midnight on pass. Lt. Trumbull Warren making a recce of Newham County area for bivouac purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What my Granddad was writing about during this time was codenamed Operation Ariel. &lt;br /&gt;Operation &lt;i&gt;Ariel&lt;/i&gt;, commanded by Admiral William Milbourne James C-inC, Portsmouth Command, began on June 14 being conducted from the ports of Cherbourg and St Malo, ending on June 25, 1940 in accordance with the armistice terms signed by the French government. During this time, further to the south in the Bay of Biscay region, evacuations were also being carried out from St Nazaire, Brest and Nantes led by Admiral Sir Martin Eric Nasmith C-inC, Western Approaches Command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 215,000 Allied soldiers were evacuated, to be combined with the 11,000 men evacuated from Le Havre in Operation Cycle and the 338,226 men that were evacuated from Dunkirk (the "miracle of Dunkirk", as Winston Churchill called it). The British evacuation of Dunkirk through the English Channel was codenamed Operation Dynamo. Operation Ariel was less desperate in some ways, and less well known, than the earlier heavy fighting around Dunkirk during the German invasion in 1940 (when a lull in the fighting allowed an unexpectedly large number of French and British soldiers to escape to Britain). The only major loss during the evacuation from western France occurred off St Nazaire on 17 June, when the liner RMS Lancastria was bombed and sunk, by Junkers Ju 88s of Kampfgeschwader 30 killing some 5,800 personnel&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. On the final day of the evacuation, 25th June, Canadian destroyer HMCS Fraser was rammed and sunk by the anti-aircraft cruiser HMS Calcutta in the Gironde estuary, leading into Bordeaux. About 4,000 were awaiting evacuation.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2357323714017118746?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2357323714017118746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2357323714017118746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2357323714017118746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2357323714017118746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/june-1940-to-france-and-back.html' title='June 1940: To France and Back'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-3632941279975058155</id><published>2009-01-08T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:40:08.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1940</title><content type='html'>1-4 May 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal for review on Saturday and Sports parade held. Brigade exercise held on Thursley Common on Thursday. Battalion occupied trenches in the area and during the exercise liaison between the various sub units broke down. Exercise ended at 0800hrs Friday and the battalion returned to unit lines by unit MT. Final rehearsal parade held on Friday at 1500hrs. The new Governor General of Canada, the Earl of Athlone and Princess Alice [granddaughter to Queen Victoria] inspected the unit. The regimental colours were on parade for the first time since we landed in England. Hon. Norman Rogers the Minister of National Defence and Vincent Massey, General McNaughton and General Crerar and the Brigade Commander were also present. The band was on parade in all its finery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-11 May 1940 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large turn out for the unit church parade. Advance party left for Warminster on Salisbury Plains in preperation for unit camp. Battalion route march to Twisledown and Crookham held. Balance of the time spent in checking equipment for camp. A Coy gave a demonstration of bridging and collapsible boats at Hawley Hill. Battalion watched demonstration and also fought heath fire caused by a thunderflash explosive device. Warning order received and live ammunition issed. We left Warminster by train on Saturday. We were met at the siding by 57 Heavy Divisional Artillery Band and the bandmaster of the band was a son in law of one of the Sergeantts of the unit. Spent the remainder of the day setting tents in the area/AA gun sites mounted on the perimeter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/images/48th-aldershot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/images/48th-aldershot.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sana-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Earl of Athlone inspecting the 1st Battalion(from http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/england.htm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-18 May 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit church parade held in the field-drum head service. Unit marched to training are 4 1/2 miles away. Route march over some fairly steep hills. On arrival at the area patrols sent out. Companies worked at night preparing trenches and rested during the day. Wiring around the trenches completed. Transport Officer went back to Aldershot to pick up trucks. Meals being served in the training area. Battalion back to base camp for rest and then left at night for the training area. Large number of civilian buses arriving to supplement the unit transport. Rain started and caused great discomfort both in the training area and base camp. The unit suffered its first fatal causality when a truck being driven by Pte. Hayes hit a car being driven by Pte. Thow coming from Aldershot. He died int he base camp. The men in the car were only slightly injured. Saturday we were allowed in to Warminster until 4pm. Battalion back in the training area by 6pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/images/trenches1940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/images/trenches1940.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sana-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Digging trenches Salisbury Plain (from http://dileas.mapleleafup.org/england.htm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-25 May 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set piece attack held in the training area. Tanks were used and they got bogged down in the wire but the carriers had a little more luck. Anti-tank ditches not to effective. Infantry portion of the training went well except that the H &amp;amp; P E.R. took down the wite and lifted the mines in error. Troops returned to base camp for breakfast. Battalion embussed on MT and impressed vehicles for return to Aldershot. Unit spent first day back in Aldershot cleaning equipment. Sir Harry Lauder visited the unit and watched the band beat retreat. Dined with the officers afterwards. We were all given free tickets for his show in the Garrision Theatre in the evening. Lt. D.C.B. Corbett and 143 men arrived from Canada at the government siding in Aldershot. Band met them at the siding and played them into the unit lines. I attended at the station with a guard when Pte. Thow's body was placed on a train for Aberdeen. Memorial service held the next day in St. Michael's church for Pte. Thow. Brigade sports meet held. Battalion warned for FRANCE. Leaves canceled and the unit entrained at 2300hrs at the government siding on Wednesday and arrived 0600hrs at Dover on Thursday. Sat up all night in rail coaches and got little sleep. Immediately embarked on Mona Queen at Dover. We were all carrying kit bags and packs. Iron rations issued at 1200hrs and they were promptly ate. Sat around on ship all day. Seen British troops being landed from hospital ships. Not very encouraging. Disembarked from Mona Queen and back to Aldershot. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. This little excursion became known in the unit as the "Dover Dash." Back to Aldershot on Friday where we settled back into barracks. Transport arrived back late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-31 May 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another warning order issued on Sunday and consequently the unit started packing and loading for another move, to where we did not know. No church parade was held. We were told to stand down at noon and allowed to go into Aldershot. The transport left loaded. All roads in the unit lines blocked by vehicles and road blocks set up utilizing vehicles trucks. Pay parade on Monday and Battalion transport left for Southampton to load transport. Orders received that one kit bag for every two soldiers was all that would be allowed. The CO immediately ordered a feasibility study made and the result was that the order would not work. The order to rescind the original order almost received immediately after the study and no more was heard of the sharing notion with regard to the transport of personal kit. Battalion let out on four hour pass to Aldershot. PT parade held and then the battalion moved off at 2145hrs Thursday. At 0140hrs 31 May 1940 the Battalion arrived on the outskirts of Oxford. The convoy took a wrong turn and was headed for Stad Hampton. Vehicles turned around the headed towards Little Miton. Battalion RV at Earlsbarton and then guided to a large field South East of Wilby, where the unit spent the 31st settling in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-3632941279975058155?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/3632941279975058155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=3632941279975058155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3632941279975058155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3632941279975058155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/may-1940.html' title='May 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1826050048011900076</id><published>2009-01-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:28:30.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1940</title><content type='html'>1-6 April 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trench warfare training was running into some difficulties as the Engineers wanted to dismantle the trenches. Unit went to Puttenham Common for Company schemes. Companies marched out 5 1/2 miles and attempted company attack on defended position. It was a failure and in addition it rained making it a thoroughly unpleasant day. Corporal's held a dance at night in their mess. A Corporal in the Provost Section was tried by the CO and reduced in rank to Private. He was detailed to go to London to pick up a prisoner from the APM in London. When he picked him up both he and the prisoner went into the station restaurant and started to have a couple of drinks. One thing led to another and they both ended up drunk and disorderly. The Provost Sergeant had to go to London and pick them both up and needless to say the charges resulted which led to his trial. Training held again at Puttenham Common. Battalion Transport utilized and they practiced giving the troops a lift over short distances. This was the first time that this attempted. Sir Edward Peacock and two directors of the YMCA visited the unit and dined with the officers. Battalion practiced withdrawal exercise at Puttenham Common. A/TK rifle practice held at Hangmoor Ranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-13 April 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade held as usual on Sunday. Battalion embussed on the unit transport and at the debussing point an ice cream vendor was selling his wares and this was a distruption in training until he was told to move on. Battalion required to dig in to a depth of 6 feet. After completing the dig the unit started a 10 mile march back to barracks. Hot soup served at the half way point on the way back. Brigade Commander and Colonel Drysdale watched the unit training. Unit went back to Puttenham Common for more collective training. Training also held in the Pirbright area and the unit rotated in and out of this area on a scheduled basis. An intricate system of trenches already in place in this area. Companies remained in trenches all day and it was during this training that the first issue of army rum made to the unit. According to the War Diary this trench warfare training in Pirbright area was taken quite seriously. Patrols in no mans land led to many instances of fist fights and no small number of black eyes. Battalion relieved in training area by Scots Guards. Pay parade held when unit returned from training and everyone had 1 shilling deducted from their pay for barrack damages, in this case broken china in the mess hall. Battalion drill held on Saturday and then passes handed out for weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-20 April 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battalion church parade held as usual and then the remainder of the day free. Unit went to Puttenham Common for exercise. A and B Companies returned by MT for bath parade. The band paraded to the Government siding to meet a large draft of men from Canada. They failed to arrive-no reason given. The Chief of the Imperial General Staff lectured the Officers. Unit embussed on RASC transport for Twisledown training area but returned almost immediately due to heavy rain storm. Slight mix up regarding RASC transport failing to follow CO's vehicle. Unit went back to Twisledown to look at trenches occupied the night before. Gas alarms held on Saturday and it was none to successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-30 April 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade as usual. Several men were noted swimming in the Basingstone Canal in the nude. Battalion training at Thursley Common.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1826050048011900076?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1826050048011900076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1826050048011900076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1826050048011900076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1826050048011900076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/april-1940.html' title='April 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-3232665563418200705</id><published>2009-01-06T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:57:45.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1940</title><content type='html'>1-2 March 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unit was inspected at training on Friday morning by Major General Wilcox. We all had to take part in Bren gun practice with the various companies we had been assigned to. A PRO Photographer was around all day taking pictures of the training. Unit went to Caesar's Camp Saturday to complete Bren Gun firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-9 March 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit paraded to church as usual. Monday spent on training while the Officers and NCO's attended a demonstration of Kapok bridging in the presence of the Brigade Commander. Band not required to take part is this training. The Brigadier gave a verbal warning that the IRA were operating in England and their main objective was to steal weapons. Live ammunition issued to picquets with orders to shoot and guards at night were doubled. We had to remove the bolts from our rifles and keep them locked in our barrack boxes. D Company could not do the bridging exercise as they lost track of where they were supposed to pick up the bridging material. Battalion started to get gas masks re-fitted. Someone tried to start a fire in the Officer's lines but it was caught in time. Sergeants held a dance on Thursday evening. Battalion route march to ASH ranges and return via Farnborough. We had a good look at the glass house [Military Prison] on this march. Went to the theatre on Friday afternoon to see training films. COMS Church married in St. Andrews Church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-16 March 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CO and the 2 I\C proceeded to the Cotswld for a TEWT [Tactical Exercise Without Troops.] Church parade on Sunday under the command of Major "Wild Bill" Hendrie. Officer and 2 men detailed for A.A duty on ships on North Sea convoys. Route march canceled due to heavy rains. Sports afternoon also cancelled for the same reason. Anothony Eden and Vincent Massey visited the unit and observed training. Weather was particularly bad while they were here-sleet and snow. I exercised my franchise to vote on the 14th of March in the Federal General Election which was being held in Canada. This was the first time that I had voted. MackKenzie King was re-elected. Battalion took part in its first night exercise which consisted of a night compass march following a pre-determined set of bearings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-23 March 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Parade as usual. Lt Col Wimberley lectured the officers and NCO's in Stanhope Theatre. Parades canceled because of heavy rains. Major General Wallace visited the unit and spoke to the officers. Collective training commenced this week at the section level. GOC's inspection on Tuesday and it was quite a comprehensive inspection. Some range practices being carried out. Battalion stood down on Good Friday. Voting finished this Saturday for the Federal Election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-31 March 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday observed with a full church parade. Unit practiced loading vehicles on Monday. Unit hockey team played at Brighton at night. Very bad rain storms and route marches canceled. Training held in company lines instead. Pte. Sproule won the Brigade Heavyweight boxing championship. Truck loadings practiced at night in the dark, Hockey team played at Wembley Stadium in London. The month of March ended on Sunday and church parade held as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-3232665563418200705?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/3232665563418200705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=3232665563418200705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3232665563418200705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/3232665563418200705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/march-1940.html' title='March 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2444707919997073885</id><published>2009-01-05T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:58:52.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 1940</title><content type='html'>1-3 February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parades on Thursday as the parade square was completly covered with snow. Pipe-Major Andy Anderson off to Edinburgh for the piping course. Gas training being emphasized in unti lines. Kit inspection held on Saturday morning and 25% of the unit granted a week-end pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-10 February 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade held in miserable weather-fog and drizzle and the band was on parade as usual. Gas alarms being called at indiscriminate times. Band still split up but we have to gather each day for training under Sgt. Alex Marr. Weather a bit brighter and warmer later in the week. First draft of 10 men arrived from Canada for the unit and they arrived without all their documents. Attended lecture on range discipline as we are due on ASH ranges next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-17 February 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumpulsory church parade this Sunday and the C of E's attended their own special service. The band was split up for Company parades and we are required to parade with the various companies we are assigned to and I am assigned to B Company. A surprise gas alarm was called on the 15 of February and a lot of people were caught unawares. The Governor-General of Canada (Lord Tweedsmuir) died this week and Officers of the unit are to wear black amr bands on their uniforms. Heavy snow storm on Saturday bit it melted almost as soon as it was on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-24 February 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battalion church parade as usual. A selected group of Officers, NCO's and men were selected to visit Windsor Castle on Sunday afternoon. New sick parade time established at 0730hrs. We were given a demonstaration of trench digging and wiring. A memorial service for Lord Tweedsmuir was held on the parade ground and the Padre, Capt. Nicoll, took the service. Part of the unit went to Henley Park for LMG firing. Staff band of the Salvation Army gave a concert at the Garrison Theatre on Sunday. Lt. D.A. MacKenzie was married at St. Andrews Church on Saturday. The band supplied pipers for the Regiment. Lt. MacKenzie became Colonel of the Regiment in Italy and when the unit was fighting on of the last battles of the war at Apeldorn in Holland he was killed. He was awarded the Distinguished Service Order and the Distinguished Service Cross (USA) and his decorations are now in the 48th Highlanders museum in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-29 February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade on the 25th. Another series of innoculations started this week for all ranks. The Commanding Officer, Lt Col E.W. Haldenby M.C. V.D. ADC gave a talk to all ranks in the Stanhope Theatre on Thursday afternoon and spoke about the fighting in France in the First World War. Night training started this week. Captain Mert Plunkett of the Dumbells fame in WWI and my mother's first cousin, came around looking for talent to get a show together. I did not speak to him at this time but seen him and spoke to him another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2444707919997073885?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2444707919997073885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2444707919997073885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2444707919997073885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2444707919997073885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/february-1940.html' title='February 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-7953350401054217113</id><published>2009-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:42:24.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1940</title><content type='html'>ENGLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-6 January 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the government rail siding at 0830hrs and the Toronto Scottish Pipe Band was there to play is in. Both bands played the unit up to Corunna Barracks. General McNaughton was at the siding as well to meet us. Spent the morning drawing bedding and other stotes. I was assigned to B Coy and quartered with them. The Band is split up which makes it difficult for us as we are used to being together. Out on pass at night. Battalion parade on Tuesday morning. Spent the morning cleaning the area and the barracks. The weather was very cold and damp and we were expected to heat each of the barracks rooms by means of a coal fire in a very small fireplace. It was very definitely cold and uncomfortable. Some of the men started to go on leave on Wednesday, however, I am not scheduled for leave at present. Weather still cold and foggy. We require a pass to stay of of the barracks after 2200hrs. The British troops can stay out until 2300hrs without a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-13 January 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluntary church parade this Sunday. Not very many chose to attend. Battalion started training syllabus on Monday. Precision drill being practiced. Required to do a number of stints as Orderly Bugler and the number of calls we are required to sound are many more than when we were in the Horse Palace. Proceeded on leave to Reading. Stayed in lodging house together with workmen and other soldiers. Quite primitive conditions as I remember. Why I did not go to London I cannot recall. Went on leave by bus if you can imagine anything so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-20 January 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battalion inspected by Major-General Sir James Burnet, C.B, C.M.G. D.S.O, the Colonel of the Gordons. He addressed the parade but his words have been quite forgotten. Part I Orders officially notified us that the pay of a Private soldier was $40.30 per month and $20.00 of it had to be deferred and would be accumulated in the pay book and made payable at the end of the war. However, if you assigned the pay to your dependent in Canada it was possible to have it banked in Canada. Ambrose and his Orchestra and Di Vito and his Ladies Band played at the Garrison theatre this week, quite close to the our unit lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-27 January 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen our first Bren gun carrier on Monday and the unit is to be assigned two of them for training purposes. Lieut J.E.W Wright is the carrier officer. Started rehearsals on Tuesdays for the inspection of the unit on Wednesday by HM the King. We were inspected by HM the King on Wednesday but he was very late getting to us and we were required to stand around for several hours. General McNaughton and other brass were with the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-31 January 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of the month was spent in training around the barracks in the various lecture rooms. The weather was terrible, sleet, snow, freezing rain. The weather was responsible for many men getting very sick with ailments associated with damp and cold weather. One of the members of the band, Al Bond, was continually in hospital with rheumatoid arthritis and it was attacking his back. He was returned to Canada and when I seen him after the war he was a total cripple- a direct result of the very severe winter of 1940. The Gordon Highlanders, 6th Battalion, in the barracks next to us were delayed in their departure for France. They left us before the end of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: it was from this inspection with the King that the Regiment earned the nickname, "The Glamour Boys." The brigade was being inspected by the King, but there were not enough regulation khaki puttees (leg wrappings) for all the soldiers. The 48th had to wear unofficial blue puttees. The King inquired as to why the 48th wore different puttees from the rest of the brigade. He was told that there were not enough khaki ones for all the units. The King replied that he liked the blue puttees better and that they should keep them. The 48th Highlanders continued to wear blue puttees until battledress was eventually phased out.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-7953350401054217113?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/7953350401054217113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=7953350401054217113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7953350401054217113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/7953350401054217113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-1940.html' title='January 1940'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1012467915910225786</id><published>2009-01-02T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:56:14.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1939: To England!</title><content type='html'>3-9 December 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battalion sent away on embarkation leave from 2nd December until 0830hrs 8 December 1939. Went home. Unit lost their kilts and brass buttoned tunics except for the band and we were allowed to keep ours. It was quite a novel experience to appear in public in battle dress. The only exposure the public had to this uniform previously was in pictures in the newspapers. The Toronto Scottish left for England this week and it looks like we are to follow shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-16 December 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade this Sunday to St. Andrews and this was the first time that the unit paraded as a unit in battle dress. At this time the Regiment resented the fact that the kilt was being taken away from them and I remember the controversy well. The main argument for retaining the kilt was the fact that the 15th Battalion wore the kilt at all times in the Great War in the trenches. I remember one sign erected in the barracks that stated "No kilt-No War." The regiment had a huge dinner- dance at the Maple Leaf gardens for the battalion and their dependents and over 5000 people attended. I do not recall, now, many details and it was not until I read the War Diary that I recalled it. I had quite forgotten it. On Thursday the 14th the Regiment had a final parade through the streets of Toronto from the CNE and East of fleet to York, North on York to Front and East in Front to Yonge, North on Yonge to Gerrard and West on Gerrard to University, South on Univeristy to King, West on King to Spadina, South on Spadina to Fleet and West on Fleet to the CNE and the Horse Palace. Confined to barracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CO and two other officers left for Halifax as advance party. We left for overseas on December 16th. Confined to barracks all that day. Spent the day turning in bedding stores and generally cleaning up. Unit held open house from 630pm until we left. My mother and grandmother, father and grandfather, Edward, Milton and Patricia, Mildred (Edward's girl) Uncle Sam, Aunt Alma and Vern Clarke all came down to see me off. They stayed with me in the barracks until we left. Boarded the train and pulled out from the rail siding at the CNE at 10pm and you can well imagine the vast horde of people that came to see us off. It was a very emotional time I had no way of judging anything better and I certainly was not aware that it was not the usual type of sleeper car. The sleeping arrangements consisted of padded boards between  the seats. That is how we left Toronto and started the great adventure of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALIFAX AND THE NORTH ATLANTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-31 December 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was cold and clear and we arrived at Montreal at 8am in the morning. We exercised at the West Junction at 11am and then we traveled through Quebec until 4pm when we got off the train for an exercise march ar Riviere-Du-Loup. We paraded through the town but had to abandon the march due to the icy condition of the streets. The reception we received from the people, as I recall was far from enthusiastic. On Monday the train stopped in Turo NS for another exercise march. This time the reception was a little friendlier. We arrived at dock side in Halifax at 5pm and immediately boarded the troop ship HMT Riena Del Pacifico. We were issued hammocks and allocated a space over the mess hall table to sleep. We slept in the same place as we ate. The other units on board were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Field Park Company, Royal Canadian Engineers, Toronto&lt;br /&gt;57 Field Battery, Royal Canadian Artillery, Quebec City&lt;br /&gt;90 Field Battery (Anti-Tank) Royal Canadian Artillery, Frederiction NB&lt;br /&gt;4 Field Ambulance, RCAMC, Port William Ont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we cast off from the dock and drew into Bedford Basin where we anchired for the next three days. As the ship was at anchor I was an excellent sailor. When it sailed on the ocean I was serious trouble with sea sickness. We left Halifax at 1000hrs on 22 December 1939 and the band played on the upper deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gale force winds and rough seas started in 23 December and this weather worsened through Christmas and ir made the celebrations very difficult as there was so much sea sickness. I simply laid down and tried to forget I was sick. The weather started to improve on Thursday 28 December 1939 and I was finally able to get about. The ship was still rolling and pitching but I had become accustomed to it. I also think it was sheer desperate hunger which gave me the incentive to get around. Bill Elms seemed to take the rough weather a lot better than I did. Sometime in the past three or four days the Canadian Navy Destroyers left us and we only had the battleships as escort. We were met on the 28 December by an escort of 12 Royal Navy Destroyers and it was quite a sight to see them scurrying about the convoy. We had our first sight of land on 29 December when at night we sighted the lights which we were told came from the coast settlements in Southern Ireland, where there are no black out regulations in force as they are officially neutral. There was a flurry of activity and some rather pronounced bumps on Saturday morning and we were supposed to have been attacked by a U Boat. It turned out only to be a rumour, which can be quite convincing on a closed ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the mouth of the Clyde River and it was here that the destroyers left us. General McNaughton came aboard to welcome us. We were held up by the tide but started up the Clyde River in the early afternoon. It was quite a site to see the various shipyards and factories and the funny little trains. We passed the liner "Queen Elizabeth" which had been launched and was sitting in the fitting dock. We tied up at the King George docks in Glasgow at 1430hrs and no one was allowed off the ship. Anthony Eden and Vincent Massey, our High Commissioner visited the ship in the afternoon. I seen them on the dock. We disembarked at 1030hrs on Sunday and the city of Glasgow Police Pipe Band played us off the ship. We boarded the train at 1100hrs and it was not until we got to Carlisle that we got any heat in our carraige. The meals served on the train are plain but adequate. The carriage is diveded into compartments and is quite different to those in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was spent on the train somewhere in England on our way to Aldershot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SV79NguoiUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1B2YuVns2m4/s1600-h/48a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SV79NguoiUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1B2YuVns2m4/s320/48a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286941421145196866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1012467915910225786?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1012467915910225786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1012467915910225786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1012467915910225786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1012467915910225786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-1939-to-england.html' title='December 1939: To England!'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SV79NguoiUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1B2YuVns2m4/s72-c/48a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8708543442544048662</id><published>2009-01-01T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:40:23.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SV0hxgbp1bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wVhqO5BBWHM/s1600-h/highlanders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SV0hxgbp1bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wVhqO5BBWHM/s320/highlanders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286418672006059442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best quality pictures but it's all I have of this time. Taken from the Toronto Star, October 18th 1939.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8708543442544048662?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8708543442544048662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8708543442544048662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8708543442544048662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8708543442544048662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-best-quality-pictures-but-its-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axs5S001zWE/SV0hxgbp1bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wVhqO5BBWHM/s72-c/highlanders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1793885564565783780</id><published>2009-01-01T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:55:00.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 1939</title><content type='html'>29 October-4 November 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade on Sunday to St. Andrews. I am not sure that all this long parading on Sunday is making enthusiastic Presbyterians. Wednesday the unit parades for an inspection by Major-General A.G.L McNaughton who we were told was the Commander of the Canadian Forces and would be taking us overseas. I had never heard of him until now. Companies are out practicing digging trenches this week- that is something we in the band have not had to do. The Royal Cecil Hotel on Jarvis Street was placed out of Bounds but that does not worry me as I never frequent the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-11 November 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday parade canceled. Dental inspection of the unit started on Monday. During the week, in addition to duties around the barracks I was detailed to play Last Post and Reveille at my old school, Jarvis Collegiate, on Friday 10 November. I got a fine reception there especially from my old French teacher, Mr Brockenshire, who used to be an officer in the 15th Battalion (48th Highlanders) in the Great War. I also played, that same night, for the 123rd Battalion CEF Association, my Father's old unit from the Great War. At the civic service at the cenotaph on 11 November. Corporal Cam Fraser led us as we sounded the Last Post and Reveille. The buglers were myself, Bill Elms, Ted Ralph, Al Bond and Stan Seggie. A detachment of 200 men from the Battalion paraded as well. The weather was cold and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-18 November 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Regiment paraded on Sunday to the 48th Highlanders Memorial at Queen's Park together with the veterans of the 15th, 92nd and 134th Battalions of the old Canadian Expeditionary Force. Bands from the C.A.S.F. and N.P.A.M were in attendance. Same buglers sounded Last Post and Reveille as sounded the calls at the City Hall on Saturday. Monday we all had pictures taken individually by a photographer from the Toronto Newspapers. One Officer and three Sergeants left for a course in England this week. Route march this week to the Royal York Golf course where a tactical exercise took place. Band played to and from the training area. A second medical examination was started for all ranks at the Fort York armouries. It was not a very rigorous examination and seemed only to confirm the medical category that I was originally assigned to us in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-25 November 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade this Sunday at St. Pauls Anglican Church on Bloor Street. I suspect that we went to this church as our new CO Lt-Col E.W. Haldenby is an Anglican and a big wheel at St. Paul's. Our new Brigadier, Brigadier Armand Smith, took the salute at the march past after church. Remainder of the day free. Ever since we have come to the Horse Palace the Band has beaten Retreat outside the main entrance to the Horse Palace, at least twice per week. As there has been a surplus of drummers in the band I have not been on everyone. In fact I have missed more of tehm than I have taken part in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-November-2 December 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Battalion paraded on the campus south of the Fort York Armouries for an inspection by Lord Tweedsmuir the Governor General of Canada. He toured the ranks and afterwards we had a march past. Third series of inoculations started this week. Training slowed down. Unit concentrating on gas training and the issuance of battle dress. Had to go through the gas chamber to test our respirators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1793885564565783780?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1793885564565783780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1793885564565783780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1793885564565783780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1793885564565783780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/november-1939.html' title='November 1939'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-2494206987954588514</id><published>2008-12-30T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:18:44.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>Over the next little while you'll see names pop up (especially in Edward's letters) so I thought I would give you a back ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (or Mother as Frank writes): Alma Dow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Pop or Daddy: Jack Dow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Frank Kerr, father of Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny: Isey Kerr, mother of Alma. Sends Frank and Edward letters and care packages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton and Patricia "Pat": Frank and Edward's younger brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred: Girlfriend and later wife of Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Elms: Friend of Frank, later in life became the RSM of the 48th Highlanders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSM Frank Jamieson: Regimental Sergeant Major of the 48th Highlanders, left the unit in 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSM "Tiny" Shaw MM: Became RSM in 1942 until after the invasion of Sicily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-2494206987954588514?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/2494206987954588514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=2494206987954588514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2494206987954588514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/2494206987954588514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2008/12/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-9133508670627407991</id><published>2008-12-30T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:55:35.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1939</title><content type='html'>Looks like Frank was kept busy in October...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-7 October 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parade on Sunday. No change in training routines. Each day band patiently practiced piping and drumming and ensemble playing. Route march on Friday took a swing through the centre West of Toronto. GGHG guarding the armouries this week. Saturday was the last day for commuting from our homes to the armouries. We had to bring a kit bag and large pack to the armouries Saturday morning. Marched to the CNE grounds on Saturday afternoon with the colours of the Regiment cased. Took over the Horse Palace as a barracks. We are sharing this building with other units. Quite a shock to the system to find yourself living in stables which only recently were used for horses and they certainly smelt appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-14 October 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regiment paraded Sunday to St. Andrews Presbyterian Church for a church parade. Had quite a long march to and from the CNE to the Church. However, we are Infantry soldiers and that is the way we get from place to place- walk or march. Off on Monday to pick up items of personal kit we require at the Horse Palace. Some of the unit went to the Long Branch for rifle shooting practice. We are allowed to be away from the barracks each day until 2130hrs without having to require a pass. Medical inoculations started Tuesday and Wednesday for Typhoid and Small Pox. I had quite a severe reaction to the shots. My arm became very red and extremely sore. Never ceases to amaze me that I can get money for doing something that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-21 October 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade this Sunday to St. Andrews Presbyterian Church. Band paraded as usual. The RC's excused this parade as they had an early mass in the Music Pavilion on the grounds of the CNE. Had the remainder of the day free. Went to Long Branch Rifle Ranges on Monday for rifle qualifications. Dress regulations published and we are required to wear grey coats after retreat and when walking out. Officers and RSM can only wear Sam Browne belts without cross strap and other accouterments. Route march this week. Regimental routine established with reveille at 0600hrs, Breakfast 0700hrs, First Parade 0830hrs. As bugler I was required to do my share of duty bugler and sound all calls especially on duty with the quarter guard. No problem with me as I know them all. Battalion adopting to changes in dress regulations for training and walking out and drill. No more white spats-khaki only. Blue puttess for drill and no sporran except for walking out and church parades. Second series of inoculations commenced this week with generally the same results as before for me, sore arms and inflamed arms. Wet canteen established in one half of the riding ring in the Horse Palace. The other half is the canteen for the Toronto Scottish. RCAF Manning Depot established in the Coliseum and it was at this time that I heard two airmen talking to one another in French in a public place. It was the first time I had ever heard that language spoken in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-28 October 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church parade this Sunday. We were still practicing as a band as well as receiving basic instruction in the handling of weapons. Bren guns were still very scarce and very few of them were in evidence in this period of our training. Bath house established in the Horticultural Building in the CNE and it was great to go over every week for a shower. The unit has a concert on Monday night in the Horse Palace and the 48th Highlander Brass Band under the direction of Captain John Slatter VC supplied the bulk of the entertainment. The War Diary referred to the band as being from "the old N.P.A.M."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-9133508670627407991?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/9133508670627407991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=9133508670627407991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/9133508670627407991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/9133508670627407991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2008/12/october-1939.html' title='October 1939'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-668124001426114857</id><published>2008-12-30T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:23:50.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Arrangements</title><content type='html'>A side note from Frank's journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Arrangements (Frank took this from Part I Order No 21 dated 30 September 1939)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the warning of the Medical Officer several men have already developed VD. This is looked upon as a serious offense, and quite apart from the fact, it is an incurable disease. The Medical Officers Room (136) will be kept open at all times until further notice, and any man who is foolhardy as to expose himself to the possibility of contacting this disease should report as soon as possible after exposure and he will receive treatment, which will to some extent be kept strictly confidential- no report made and no record kept-and the men are urged in their own interests to avail themselves of this prophylactic service. The supplying of this service should in no way be looked upon as countenancing immorality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-668124001426114857?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/668124001426114857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=668124001426114857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/668124001426114857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/668124001426114857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2008/12/medical-arrangements.html' title='Medical Arrangements'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-6343646280783681575</id><published>2008-12-29T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:01:42.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1939</title><content type='html'>So I finally got a hold of my Granddad's old journal he kept from 1939 to 1942. Called "Journal of a Highlander" it recounts his time with the 48th Highlanders of Canada. I also have in my possession Edward's letters but as this blog will go in chronological order we will be getting to those in a few weeks. I'll start off in 1939, when Frank headed back to Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-9 September 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the farm on Monday and started to hitch hike back to Toronto. I was lucky and was able to catch a ride all the way back home. Tried to find out as much as possible from Bill Elms (Granddad's best friend and future RSM of the 48th Highlanders) about what the 48th Highlanders were doing. I was told that the unit had been mobilized and there was to be a general muster parade on Tuesday evening. Went to the general muster parade on Tuesday evening. Went to school (Jarvis Collegiate) and told my home room teacher I was going to enlist and would not be returning to school. On parade with the Battalion on Tuesday night at 2000 hrs and it was on this parade that the Commanding Officer called for volunteers for active service. Volunteered for service this evening. Down to armouries on Wednesday morning and started the necessary procedures to enlist in the Canadian active service force. Had medical board at Grace Hospital and back to the armouries to proceed through the remainder of the enlistment procedures. Allocated regimental number B-72774. I know I was the 274th person to be enlisted as the Regimental Number allocation started at B-72500 and that number was given to RSM Frank Jamieson, a very fine soldier and gentleman, Required to report each morning at 0800hrs at the armouries to commence training. As I was a bugler I had the job , along with others, of sounding the calls to signal the various times when markers, fall-in, Officers call and Orderly Sergeants were required. Started to use the North Campus of the University of Toronoto on Friday for daily parades. Saturday in addition to the morning parade we paraded at 2045hrs to Fort York armouries to march to the CNE to take part in closing ceremonies of the 1939 Exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-16 September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parade on Sunday. Canada offically declared war on Germany on the 10th of September. Training commenced Monday at the North Campus of the University of Toronto. I paraded with the pipe band and will eventually have to learn to play a side drum. The battalion mounted a small picquet on Grace Hospital. Parades were canceled on Wednesday due to heavy rains ans as a result the training was done indoors. I am still living at home and going to the armouries each day. Back on campus Thursday for training. The band practiced bugling and drumming. Friday I received my first pay of a $1.30 a day, in addition to this we were to receive a small subsistence allowance. I received $15 which included my pay from the 6th of September plus the subsistence allowance. This is the most money that I have ever received at any time for anything and I felt like a millionaire. The unit stopped recruiting on Friday as the quota for the battalion is filled. Finished parades on Saturday at noon and the rest of the weekend was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-23 September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parades commenced at 0800hrs on Monday. New regimental routine established which required that a duty bugler be available each day around the appropriate calls. The battalions now mounting a full guard on the armouries each day and if you are detailed as a duty bugler you are required to sleep in the guard room at night. A regimental barber shop opened in the armouries which is quite convenient but the line-ups are quite long. Weekly route marches started friday. The route for the first march was South on University, West on Front to Spadina, North on Spadina to College to South Campus of the University of Toronto. Half day training on Saturday with the rest of the weekend free. Toronto was still quite a blue town as far as Sunday entertainment was concerned. In 1939 there was absolutely no entertainment available for anyone anywhere and shows had not opened in Sundays until much later in the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-30 September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training commenced again on Monday at the North Campus. For the first week we trained in the afternoon on vacant land at Harbour and Front. All the ranks were told Monday that we must wear unifrom on at all times and off duty. Training was restricted during the week due to rain. Route march Friday, Elizabeth St to Gerrard, East on Gerrard to Parliament, South on Parliament to Fleet West on Fleet to York, North on York to Front, West on Fleet to York, North on York to Front, West on Front to University, North on University to the armouries. 20 men detailed this week for duty with the City of Toronot Police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-6343646280783681575?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/6343646280783681575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=6343646280783681575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6343646280783681575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/6343646280783681575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2008/12/september-1939.html' title='September 1939'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-8125865440058198009</id><published>2008-12-04T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:26:28.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank and Edward Dowe</title><content type='html'>My Granddad Francis "Frank" Samuel Dowe was born on June 8th 1920 in Toronto to Jack and Alma Dow. My great-grandfather's lack of formal education led to the misspelling of his last name, something that has never been corrected. For those of you who have read "Memories of the Great War" you know that Jack had returned from the Great War in March of 1919 and settled down with Alma at 52 Dearbourne Ave. At the time of Frank's birth, Jack had found employment working as a line man at Toronto Hydro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What his childhood was like, is unknown, so I'm going to skip ahead to the Summer of 1939. At that time Frank had just dropped out of high school after falling grade 11 for the second time. By his own admission it was not from a lack of smarts but ambition. He spent the summer working on a farm that belonged to a relative of his mother's and deciding what to do with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank would not have to wait long. On September 1st 1939, Frank received word to report back to Toronto. As a member of the milita with the 48th Highlanders of Canada, Frank was one of the first called up to active duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"By an Order in Council of the First day of September, 1939, P.C. 2482, His Excellency the Governor in Council has authorized the organization of a Canadian Active Service Force, and for that purpose has, under the provision of Section 20 of the Militia Act, names as Corps of the Active Militia those Units, Formations and Detachments set out in Schedule D annexed. By the same Order in Council and under and by virtue of the powers conferred by Section 64 of the Militia Act, the Governor in Council has placed on Active Service in Canada, those Units, Formations and Detachments as set out in the said Schedule D, and those Corps and parts of the Militia as set out in Schedule E annexed hereto"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;General Order 135/1939&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing an opportunity for three meals a day and a pay cheque, Frank happily made his way back to Toronto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Albert Dowe was born on May 12th 1922 in Toronto, the second child of Jack and Alma Dow. Like my Granddad, I don't know much about his childhood, except that he took after my great-grandfather the most in mechanical aptitudes and an interest and hockey and baseball. When War was declared Edward had graduated from high school and was studying to become a toolmaker. Whether dissuaded by his parents or wanting to finish his apprenticeship, Edward did not follow his brother right away into the military.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By 1941, Edward, anxious to serve enlisted as ground crew with the Royal Canadian Air Force. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-8125865440058198009?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/8125865440058198009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=8125865440058198009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8125865440058198009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/8125865440058198009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2008/12/frank-and-edward-dowe.html' title='Frank and Edward Dowe'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698761282894263822.post-1973746593678087358</id><published>2008-11-22T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:45:34.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Start Off</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation from my other blog, &lt;a href="http://jackdowswar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Memories of the Great War. &lt;/a&gt;Where that blog was about the experiences of my great-grandfather Jack, this blog will tell the story of his two sons, my Granddad Francis (Frank) and Edward, who fought in the next War. Many of you who have ben reading Memories, will know that Edward died in the Second World War. Unlike my great-grandfather's service, both Granddad and Edward left behind letters and a diary (which Granddad did in secret.) of their time overseas. This blog will incorporate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698761282894263822-1973746593678087358?l=gloryandgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/1973746593678087358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698761282894263822&amp;postID=1973746593678087358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1973746593678087358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698761282894263822/posts/default/1973746593678087358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloryandgrief.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-start-off.html' title='To Start Off'/><author><name>LK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgIz_NLINjI/TeuYWzzv3XI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sGA6465BujQ/s220/167794_130990746966880_130990700300218_184527_5235381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
