- Contributed by
- Joyce Tynan (nee Reed)
- People in story:
- Beatrice Mary Reed, Henry William Reed
- Location of story:
- London and Normandy
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- Contributed on:
- 04 June 2004
It took a long time for my father to talk about the war. I think my first son was about 8 years at the time.
Dad took part in D-Day and admits to being scared.
He was very seasick on the way over to Normandy and when he saw the coast was even more scared as he never learnt to swim and was barely 20 years old at the time.
However, he and his friend (name I cannot remember) landed together and whilst running up the beach was talking about the first beer they would have at the first opportunity. But this was not to be, as one minute they were together and the next Dad's friend was gone....blown up before his eyes and Dad recieved a leg wound. Apparently he carried on until medical attention could be found. After a day or two, he was back in the thick of it.
Mum's war was useful, although not as glamourous. She was a Court Dressmaker and made uniforms whilst working for Harrods.
She never let the war interfere with her social life, either and if she had to come home during the blackout, she would just run down the middle of the road.. She even refused to use the "shelter" during the raids as she aways said "if your time is up, its up". The house was next to the main Waterloo line in those days and was where I grew Up.
That is all I can remember of what I was told, and if anyone recognises the names and would like to get in touch, I wouldlove to hear from them as Mum and Day are no longer with us.
Joyce Tynan (daughter)
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