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“Some corner of a foreign field”.

Posted by Big John on November 10, 2008

joanThis is a photograph of one of my father’s sisters, my aunt Joan. It was taken early in World War II and shows her wearing a small portrait brooch bearing a picture of her husband Arthur, who was at that time serving with The Royal Corps of Signals in the Far East.

Arthur was reported ‘missing’ shortly after the Japanese entered the war and I know nothing of his fate, except that his name appears on the Rangoon War Memorial in Burma (Myanmar).

Many of my family served in both World War I and World War II. My great aunt Eva’s husband Bill died in ‘The Great War’ of 1914-1918 somewhere on the battlefields of Europe, and Arthur never returned from the jungles of poppy1South-East Asia: so .. “at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month” .. I’ll remember two widows and couple of ordinary blokes.   …

…  Uncles I never knew.


4 Responses to ““Some corner of a foreign field”.”

  1. Terri said

    I applaud you for giving significance to this VERY important and meaningful day. How sad to think of all the young men that never returned home.
    My husband is a WWII history buff and as always, is enjoying the many reruns of the great war movies dedicated to the brave military around the world.
    Here’s to the Veterans! Thank you and may they rest in peace.

  2. Darlene said

    I was fortunate because I didn’t lose a family member in a war. I did, however, lose a many friends in WWII and I remember and honor them on this day.

    John, thank you for your visit to my blog and your comment. I tried putting your blog on my blog list, but got an error message. (Unable to find a feed for this site.) Would you please send me your URL via Email? I would appreciate it. maybe if I copy and paste it I will get it right.

  3. Big John said

    Hi Darlene … Please try to copy and paste this …

  4. juliet said

    I found your blog and have enjoyed reading it very much,I will read more when I have time as you make me smile.
    I am too young to have memories of lost loved ones but in honour of all the familys who have lost loved ones I still observe rememberence day. I used to love listening to my mums stories of her childhood, to me that was a diffent world (she was born in 1936) : ) juliet

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