Tuesday, 20 May 2014
AN APPEAL FOR ANYONE WITH INFORMATION ABOUT AN EVENT THAT HAPPENED IN LATE 1944.
My father was in front line Intellegence and was amongst the first assault wave to hit the D-Day beach on Jig section of Gold beach, adjacent to where the fiction film, "Saving Private Ryan" was depcted. Dad's unit often had to go ahead of the front line, behind enemy lines. They got off the beach on D-Day by running across a live mine field!
At the moment I'm working against the clock to make a film about the hidden history of D-Day. I hope to play the film on my soon to start up regular radio programme on my new website (new web address soon to be announced).
Similar to an earlier film, “The War Justification Industry”, it may be called “The D-Day Justification Industry!” It reveals many facts that have been deleberately airbrushed from history.
I wonder if you know an elderly person or relative from the Newcastle area that remembers an event that happened in Newcastle in the latter part of 1944?
Cutting a long story short, Dad eventually returned to England suffering from Malaria, severe Shell Shock and a host of other problems. He, along with other survivors were eventually sent to the 50th division's home city, Newcastle.
When the hospital train arrived at the station the men were in for a surprise. There were huge crowds of civilians to meet them, they were being held back by police. The troops were treated like celebrates. As stretchers of wounded men were taken through the crowds, people were
being held back by police. The troops were treated like celebrates. As stretchers of wounded men were taken through the crowds, people were giving the troops their merge rations and children were giving the men their sweets. Dad was amongst the walking wounded who were led by ambulance crew, not to ambulances but limousine cars that were lined up waiting at the station. The cars had priority as they drove to Newcastle Hospital. Once at the hospital the nurses treated the men as if they were VIP's.
Dad was later discharged from the hospital. As he had malaria he was hurridly put on a draft for Burma, one of the most Malarious areas, so as to finish him off. Miracliously he didn't go and survived. Soon after the war Dad, along with countless others, became a victim of the G.D.P.F. (Government Directed Pensions Fraud), but that's another story skillfully airbrushed from history.
Dad always found it hard to hold back the tears when remembering that incredible day in Newcastle. He couldn't thank the people enough for their generosity. I wonder if you know any elderly person that remembers that day?