This time 63 years ago, on top of the ridge that runs east from Vire I was wounded as we lifted S mines. The man I was clearing with was killed. I was bleeding from my eyes. my nose, my ears, and coughing up a lot of blood from internal blast injuries. I had a steel ball in my head (Still there) I had a steel ball through the top of my left thigh, and other bits and pieces that penetrated my body. They came to the surface over the years. They patched all my shrapnel holes and sent me back up the hill. absolutely soaked in blood, with my boots squelching from my own blood. A ghastly sight. An American felt sorry for me and gave me his Bowie Knife. I was back up there, feeling deadly, back lifting mines. sapper
Wow, that must have been so awful! I'm sorry you had to go through something like that during the war. What areas did you serve in during the war?
I can truly sympathise with the weight of terrible physical injury that war can bring. I can also relate to the post war difficulties those injuries caused. My father should have died through his injuries at Tobruk however he was another one of the lucky ones who did return.
