I. was born during ww2, I have a very vague memory of being carried into an air raid shelter, my first real memory is of my dad coming up the st. where we lived and mam saying "here's your daddy" although I must have had no memory of him, I ran down into his open arms, he carried me into the house and gave me what I believe was army chocolate, I can still taste it to this day, it was vile, like lots of veterans, he spoke little of the war, in fact nothing at all, until we got some info in later years, I did get bits of info from mam and some of his friends. he too was evacuated from Dunkirk, then joined the commandos, I was born in Scotland when he was doing commando training in Achnacarry, when he died, a number of his comrades fro near and far attended, draped his coffin in the flag, placed a laurel wreath on his coffin and formed a guard of honour. I was reluctant to research his service, because I argued with myself and felt guilty, that if he didn't talk about it, why should I delve into it? however after a couple of years, I decided to do the research, I found his service number after much research and was able to obtain his service record, I have since been to Normandy and traced his footsteps from sword beach through France, my next trip I hope, will take me into Germany and crossing the Rhine, its amazing how much info. including hitherto unseen photo's I have been able to gather, from really nice people from as far away as Australia, everything I have found and stories I have been told, thus far, is written down and illustrated, for those who may be interested in future years, I gathered sand, stones and shells from sword beach and created a small display at home. my guilt has gone now, I think mam and dad would approve. one little story he did tell me, with some respect, it seemed at the time, was when working a ship on the docks after the war, he heard someone call his name, he turned around to see one of his officers, brigadier peter young coming down the gangplank. he seemed very proud when he told me that.