My father served in WW2, as a member of the 8th Army. I know nothing about his personal experiences in the war, as he never spoke about them, probably because they were too upsetting for him to voice.
Prior to the outbreak of war, he served in Singapore and Ceylon, and spoke about this time as a period of comradeship and contentment.
I visited Normandy recently and was deeply moved by the scars that the D Day landing had left behind. Although I don't think that my father was part of the D Day operation, I felt close to him in this place. This prompted me to write a poem about St Aubin Sur Mer, which I would like to submit to the site.
Janet Harris
jan.harris2@ntlworld.com
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