I also sometimes remember family Christmases in the East End of London: my Uncle Tommy served in Corvettes on the Atlantic convoys, surviving being torpedoed three times. His sisters (my aunts!) Elsie and Irene were in the WRAC and WRAF respectively. I was, not surprisingly therefore, brought up to respect my elders, love my country and be prepared to serve it when called upon. I'm not sure how thrilled my Dad was when I joined the Royal Navy as a Helicopter Pilot: I think he was much prouder when I became a teacher!
Yes: I'm an old reactionary, a fossil, a relic of Empire and Commonwealth. But it is thanks to all the others of similar belief who gave up so much on behalf of future generations, that we enjoy the freedoms taken for granted by many today...
|Flt Sgt R J Bryant (My Dad)|
|Dad and I on my first Christmas leave!)|
|Sgt Jack Robertson (My maternal Grandfather)|
|Sgt R J Bryant, Snr (My paternal Grandfather)|
|Aunt Elsie, Uncle Tommy and Aunt Irene|