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Probably the biggest decision facing any
young person is to uproot, leave home, family and
friends, knowing there is little chance of a way back
once the move is made, but I decided to move. I joined
the Army in 1939. The two reasons I think made up my
mind for me were firstly, it made me feel justified that
I was acting in an altruistic manner, my mother was a
widow and had had a very hard life, my brother Tommy was
the youngest in the family and as such my mothers
favourite, he was a lovely quiet boy, popular with
everyone and devoted to “The Auld Yin” as he called our
mother, and to my sisters boy John, who lived with us. I
thought if I joined up, they wouldn’t take another son
from a widow woman. How wrong I was, Tommy was called up
in December 1939 to serve in the Royal Scottish
Fusiliers and immediately sent to France. I have often
wondered if things would have been different if I had
not been so headstrong. |
My second decision was purely
selfish, there was nothing in Maybole I wanted, except
to get away. At the outbreak of war Jimmy and I talked
things over, this seemed to be our chance to get away,
see the world and maybe make something of ourselves, we
honestly thought the war would be over in six months.
Jimmy’s family situation was similar to my own, he was
the eldest son, of a widowed woman, with a
younger brother and an elder sister, nothing really to
hold us, the decision was ours. Jimmy wanted to hang on
a bit longer, I didn’t, so I made up my mind to go it
alone and joined up on the 17th September 1939. Poor
Jimmy changed his mind and tried to follow me by joining
the same regiment about three weeks after me so we could
serve together throughout the war, it didn’t work and he
finished up in France within a month of joining. My
brother and my best friend both in the war zone before
me and soon to be in real action.
My moves to control my destiny seemed to
have a greater effect on other people’s lives than on my
own. Both Jimmy and Tommy had a hard time getting out of
France. Tommy didn’t even get away via Dunkirk, the Navy
eventually had to withdraw, so he had to work his way
down the coast and finally got out about two weeks after
Dunkirk, an anxious time for everyone, especially for my
mother.
Poor old Jimmy was forced to leave his
beloved trumpet buried in the sands of Dunkirk beach, to
my best knowledge he never played again. I never met up
with my brother all through the war, it wasn’t until the
German surrender that his unit was close to Caterham and
he managed to call on us and met Peggy and young Betty
for the first time. I had seen Jimmy in 1939 just to
wave to, I was marching out of Hilsea Barracks all
kitted up on my way to Nottingham to form up with an
Ordnance Field Park bound for France. Jimmy was on sick
parade on his way for treatment when he spotted me and
called, the nearest he ever came to achieving his
intention that we should serve together. After the war
Jimmy and his new wife Ann spent a few days with us on
their honeymoon, we were living at number 7 Nelson Road,
Caterham then. |