From an Account of this Signaller’s Wartime Experiences on the D Day Landings, France.
“There was a cafe by the bridge and a woman was serving refreshments to the engineers and paratroopers who were repairing the bridge under German fire.
I parked the Jeep and crossed the lane to the farmhouse where I found Lord Lovat and his staff. I told him the French Commando were on the way and asked if I could transmit the position of his forward troops. He nodded to his staff Captain who pointed out the positions on a wall map. I took down the references.
When I got back to the Jeep Jimmy had established contact with Divship but couldn’t raise Portsdown. Looking at a nearby tree I ran a wire and made an inverted L aerial to give us more power and set to work coding the message. We used Slidex Code. It was a chart with two co-ordinates. Some of the cross-references spelled out whole words or useful phrases. The Germans could break this code by guessing all the cross-references so the chart was changed frequently. We sent the message and received an acknowledgement. We did not know what a huge effect this had at Portsdown. It was the first news they had received from the landings”.
184 Brigade Signals 1940-1946
14 February 2010 RIP
Farewell dear father
on your journey to the dimension of light.
Follow your star as it leads you to the Kingdom of God
where there are no more cares to burden your path.
Stardust lights the steps of Jacob’s Ladder
and angels greet you as you ascend the winding staircase in silence,
light as air, like the gliders at Pegasus Bridge.
Flesh cast aside, the way is clear to the comfortable home prepared for you.
A wisp of light once more, you traverse the wondrous universe
where the architect awaits you.
In the twinkling of the night sky kaleidoscopic visions
form mesmerizing memories from beyond the veil.
No life of ease you asked for but the opportunity of human days
and freewill to feed the soul as you gently touched the beauty of the earth.
Farewell dear father. God’s speed to the place of perfect peace.
Picture. My father on his Wedding Day in England July 1947.
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