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Originally Posted by garinda
Tomorrow is very special, and it will be time to remember those that served, and are serving still.
My grandfather was killed in Normandy in 1944 aged twenty two. He left behind his widow, my granny, who was pregnant with my mum.
My mum and her dad never got to see each other, but I know they would/are proud of each other.
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That's a sad story, Garinda. There must be lots of others in a similar position too. We don't know the half of it do we?
I knew an old lady on our street who got married on the Saturday, her hubby went off to war on the Monday and never came home again. She never got over it, she never re-married or had children. Poor woman.
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Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs, cackling and telling me
'You'll be next.' They stopped when I started doing the same to them at funerals.
