While we're on the subject, I too would like to express my thanks to service members around the world. My lady's dad was a dessert rat in Tripoli.
My father, a WOP by training, survived seventeen major air crashes, one of which he was the only man left standing. I have his RAF log book and it is some difficult reading. He flew in Lancasters from their introduction in 1941 to the end of hostilities in 1945. Amusingly if I had arrived as #2 and not my sister, my name would have included Merlin. My sister and I visited the Hamilton aircraft museum here in Ontario. We were allowed to enter their Memorial Lancaster. Seeing the skin of the aircraft was about 5/16" Aluminium I marvel at the courage of anyone getting in to one.
My sister carries the name of Penny Beauchamp, a New Zealander, who was the crew's skipper. On a trip to Aukland she visited the war museum. There she saw a photo of the skipper. Brought back some memories for her as she had met the man as a child.
I found a book called "On The Wings Of The Morning" dedicated to the men who flew Lancasters out of RAF Bottesford from 1941 to 1945. To my surprise on page 42 is a photo of my fathers' crew. My Dad's the shortest!
Within our family, as a child, there was some eerie mystery about a crash that took the life of Tommy Paul who was the second pilot in Dad's crew. I guess that's where my name came from! Surfing the web one day I came across an Ebook titled "Through The Stained Glass" which chronicled the search the author, also a New Zealander, made to find out more about that crash and also his search for my father. I'd love to have a copy of that book but couldn't figure out how to get a copy.
When I think about war I am greatly saddened by all the young lives lost. I see it as such a waste and hope that one day war will only be in our history.
Sorry about the length of this missive. My hands just kinda kept on pushing keys!!