My father was Gordon William Chester Rogers a gunner in 236/76 A Troop. A Bristolian he had joined the TA before the outbreak of War. In early 1945 my Grandmother asked Mary Stark, a children's nurse and part time volunteer fire person, to write to him in Italy. He wrote every day when he could returning to Bristol in late Summer where he actually met her and returning to Italy to what sounds like POW duties. My mother kept all his letters (blueys) from 1 March 1945 until his demob in December and kept them in a small clutch bag even in the care home where she died in 2018. My favourite of all those letters describes how his bit of the army celebrated V-Day in San Benedetto, Italy with support from the local partisans. My Dad spoke good Italian and loved Italy. My uncle was a tank commander and died in Italy and is buried in Gradara. Names of people I remember Dad talking about were Stan Bowlie (best mate) Dickie Tomkins, Joe Urch. He spoke very little about his war except for the funny bits. He was promoted and demoted several times I believe but ended his war as a gunner with a very nice commendation from someone who clearly knew him well.