@great-big-stees said
My dad (who passed away last October, well into his 102nd year) was with the 17th Hussars and involved in the D-Day invasion. He was the driver of a Bren Gun Carrier attached to the reconnaissance group who job it was to find out where the enemy were and report it back to headquarters. I often asked him about his experience and he would tell me some of the "funny" bi ...[text shortened]... asked him about the "real" war he simply said "Steve, it was hell" and nothing more. He was MY hero.
Small world? My dad was in Bren Gun Carriers.
Mainly with the Desert Rats.
Rose to Sergeant and "mentioned in dispatches".
Got knocked down to corporal for being drunk!
The only stories he told were not about fighting.
One was of looting an Italian Villa.
He got away with some Roman coins which he
got ripped off for in UK when he returned.
He also told us of the superior food the US had
which he enjoyed when attached to them in Italy.
He said in the desert the labels would fall away
from the tinned food and you didn't know what
you were going to get. A stew of bully beef and
peaches was one of his favourites!