Reading the article in the Daily Bulletin dated Friday, April 11 about the British soldier serving in Iraq brought memories for me as I had a similar experience in the second World War. In 1940, my husband was called up to serve in the RAF stationed at West Kirby for a time and whilst there our first daughter was born.
Then, in November 1942 he was posted to North Africa, then was moved around the Mediterranean to Italy, Greece and Palestine with the squadron.
We did not see him again for three years during which time our second daughter was born early August, 1943, so of course he missed their early childhood. I can sympathise with Mrs Vane Percy and sincerely hope her husband returns to them very soon from this awful, senseless war. My husband was one of the lucky ones to come home safely after five long years, to live a good and busy life on the press, which he loved also, until aged 93 he passed away last April. I myself at 92 still have vivid memories of those war years. There was a lot of comradeship then, so we accepted the anxiety, the rationing and bombs of course, and just got on with our lives as best we could. Eventually, we retired to this lovely island in 1979 to be with our two girls and grandchildren.
Mrs A North