As a young lad, during visits to my Grandmother’s house in Preston, Lancashire I remember being intrigued by a frame above her fireplace. It was explained to me that it was in memory of my Uncle, but it really didn’t mean much to me at the time. Following my Grandmothers death my Father brought the frame back to our home in Essex and several years later we started to research the circumstances of Martin’s death. Apparently my Grandmother never wanted to know the details of the loss of her second son, although according to other family members it plagued her until her dying day. I am now rather glad that she never heard of the sad story of the 9th LCT Flotilla in October 1944. Terry (my Father) started by approaching the Naval Historical Branch and received a reply from the MOD, attached below.