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06-06-16, 06:20 PM
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Dieppe 1944.....
Major J. M. Pigott and members of his company of the Royal Hamilton Light Infantry kneeling at the graves of Canadian soldiers killed at Dieppe on 19 August 1942. Dieppe, France, 1 September 1944.
http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8003/7...5d28f163_z.jpg Brigadier W. Basil Wedd of Headquarters, 1st Canadian Army, placing a wreath on the graves of Canadian soldiers killed at Dieppe on 19 August 1942. Ambleteuse, France, 23 September 1944 http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7261/7...7281404d_z.jpg
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06-06-16, 07:30 PM
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Very poignant images Joe, thanks for linking them.
Another little ditty from me thanks to you. I have shown the image before but I'm sure it won't hurt to give it another airing for those that weren't around then. It shows my Grandmother as a 16 year old in 1942 whilst in uniform. The eagle eyed will spot that she was a NAAFI girl. She had lied about her age to fulfil her wish to serve in uniform and was stationed on one of the forts that run in a chain along the top of Portsdown hill which overlooks Portsmouth Harbour from the north. Whilst serving there (literally) she met and fell in love with a young Canadian soldier and they were engaged to be married. Sadly the soldier was due to deploy on the Dieppe Raid and to my Grandmother's sorrow he never returned. I don't know his name or regiment, only the story but if one of the lads that lay beneath the earth in those photos has a copy of the same picture about his person, maybe even close to his heart, then he is not forgotten on these shores. Long may their sacrifice be remembered. Ry
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