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- 24 February 2004
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On the way back to Dunkirk, Geordie Bull and six men under his command had finally reached the road which they had to cross to reach the beach for evacuation.
He got the six men across the road safely, but when his turn came, he was shot in the chest by two 7.62mm machine gun bullets from a German tank guarding the road.
Not wanting to be left, he asked his men to try to get him to a boat. This they did, eventually.
When he arrived back in Dover, he recieved no medical attention at all, but was placed on a train heading north to his home in Gateshead.
When he arrived home, on the back of a horse and cart, his mother placed him on a kitchen table, filled him full of his father's whisky, and cut the two bullets out of his chest with a kitchen knife!
Three weeks later, Geordie volunteered for action in the Middle East.
His whole military career was just like this. He often saw action behind enemy lines, and later helped to train spys for the Ministry of Defence.
He fought all through the war, but they never de-mobbed him at the end.
I often consider my Father to be an unsung hero. Indeed, when he died in 1974, my brother and I laid him out as was his wish, and we were both astounded at the number of very serious scars on his body, including a 12 inch Bayonette wound across the base of his back, running from his spine to his hip.
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