As a result of a DNA test conducted in Australia, I have recently been contacted by previously unknown cousins from whom I acquired copies of two photographs of my young father. Coincidentally, these arrived at about the time that would have been his birthday and also in the run-up to the 75th anniversary of D-Day. I was therefore bound to be thinking of my father and in particular his involvement in WW2.
Recently, in social media, I was asked to recount a particular anecdote from my schooldays. If a story is worth telling, then it may as well be told in its entirety. In order to make this longer story accessible to all interested parties, I decided to post it on this site.