My Father served in the RAF in the Western Desert and later in Italy he came home March 1945 to all D Day Dodgers you are the best be proud we Remember you all
My Father was a D-Day Dodger and although he rarely spoke of his WWII experience, he was proud to be amongst those brave heroes in North Africa and Italy.
Mine as well. He didn't speak of his experiences except to tell of the funnier aspects of his life. I found out a lot more after my parents died and I was able to see their diaries and letters. One thing I can say - he and thousands like him didn't 'dodge' Crusader, el Alamein, Tunisia, Sicily and Italy.
My Dad's cousin is buried in the War Cemetery in Minturno, we visited when we were in Sorrento, it's a memorial to the HEROES who fought in Italy , thank you The Brighton Taverners ❤️
Finding this on You Tube brought back lots of memories from my days at Brighton College of Education back in the days 1967-70. I've still got a copy of their original LP. Remember the days at college folk club at Falmer.
Great song sung to me by my grandfather (John Whittington) who was a mechanic in the 8th army during the war. And even special that the late Peter Cartlidge who taught me at Carden school along with Stuart Reed sung it at assemblies. Great to hear it again
After my grandad helped kick Rommels arse in north Africa he sat and slept among the plagues of rats and I remember this particular day when I picked up a dead rat from a trap and proudly showed my grandad, Jock tough was his nickname this dead rodent his reaction wasn't throw that away lad. He stopped and trembled at the sight of this and immediately was overcome by a flashback, so Grandad I am so sorry.
Nice one Stuart.....My dad was a D Day Dodger. He was in 3rd Battalion Coldstream Guards, and fought from the Mareth Line in N Africa, landed as Salerno and was wounded on 6th Nov 1943 at the battle of Monte Camino (not Cassino!). Hope to see you again at the Ditchling Session this Sunday!
RIP Stuart. Thanks again for re-kindling my interest in my dad's war record. Really sad to know that we won't be seeing you at any more Ditchling sessions.
my father was a dday dodger didnt talk a lot. because he lost many friends, wouldn't collect any medals Stayed for 2 years later learned Italian to avoid sentry duties knew all the swear words
I learned this at my father's knee. He fought in the Eighth Army 6-AGRA and certainly hated Lady Astor! I'm researching a book about the Dodgers of all nationalities and the effects on them of being labelled as such. If anyone would like to share a relative's experience, please contact me on zoeherdman.northernstar@gmail.com. All contact treated with confidentiality (unless specific permission for public use is given) and respect.
My Father served in the RAF in the Western Desert and later in Italy he came home March 1945 to all D Day Dodgers you are the best be proud we Remember you all
My father was a d.day Dodger ...proud of him..
Gemmano Sept 1944.
My Father was a D-Day Dodger and although he rarely spoke of his WWII experience, he was proud to be amongst those brave heroes in North Africa and Italy.
My dad was in the battle of Anzio xxxxxxxxxxx
Mine too.....North Africa and Italy.
Mine as well. He didn't speak of his experiences except to tell of the funnier aspects of his life. I found out a lot more after my parents died and I was able to see their diaries and letters. One thing I can say - he and thousands like him didn't 'dodge' Crusader, el Alamein, Tunisia, Sicily and Italy.
Both my father and stepfather were in Italy and I suppose they were 'D Day Dodgers'. Their bravery is not forgotten.
My Dad's cousin is buried in the War Cemetery in Minturno, we visited when we were in Sorrento, it's a memorial to the HEROES who fought in Italy , thank you The Brighton Taverners ❤️
Finding this on You Tube brought back lots of memories from my days at Brighton College of Education back in the days 1967-70. I've still got a copy of their original LP. Remember the days at college folk club at Falmer.
Great song sung to me by my grandfather (John Whittington) who was a mechanic in the 8th army during the war. And even special that the late Peter Cartlidge who taught me at Carden school along with Stuart Reed sung it at assemblies.
Great to hear it again
After my grandad helped kick Rommels arse in north Africa he sat and slept among the plagues of rats and I remember this particular day when I picked up a dead rat from a trap and proudly showed my grandad, Jock tough was his nickname this dead rodent his reaction wasn't throw that away lad. He stopped and trembled at the sight of this and immediately was overcome by a flashback, so Grandad I am so sorry.
Nice one Stuart.....My dad was a D Day Dodger. He was in 3rd Battalion Coldstream Guards, and fought from the Mareth Line in N Africa, landed as Salerno and was wounded on 6th Nov 1943 at the battle of Monte Camino (not Cassino!). Hope to see you again at the Ditchling Session this Sunday!
Wonderful my father was a D Day dodger
Mine too xx
Your father was a Hero
RIP Stuart. Thanks again for re-kindling my interest in my dad's war record. Really sad to know that we won't be seeing you at any more Ditchling sessions.
Lest we forget.
my father was a dday dodger
didnt talk a lot. because he lost many friends, wouldn't collect any medals
Stayed for 2 years later
learned Italian to avoid sentry duties
knew all the swear words
I learned this at my father's knee. He fought in the Eighth Army 6-AGRA and certainly hated Lady Astor! I'm researching a book about the Dodgers of all nationalities and the effects on them of being labelled as such. If anyone would like to share a relative's experience, please contact me on zoeherdman.northernstar@gmail.com. All contact treated with confidentiality (unless specific permission for public use is given) and respect.
Good old Rosie thewursles
The volume of the music detracts from the message in the singing.
Its canadian song not british or amarican
Written by a proud Scotsman HAMISH HENDERSON ,,,,,,,who also wrote freedom come all ye and some other fine masterpieces
Confidently wrong on that one mate