This year happens to be the 70th anniversary of D-Day on 6th June.
The propoghanda of 70 years ago is still believed to this day due to
a complient media. Selective amnesia and manipulation of facts
continues to give a younger generation a very distorted Hollywood
view of what really happened.
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?
My Dad was in the 50th Northumbrian division. They were expected
to be totally annihilated on D-Day Most of the men were walking
wounded, patched up for the day and others were totally unfit having
previously suffered malnutrition during the Siege of Malta. They also
had unfit men from other regiments to make the numbers up. It was a
cost saving exorcize as the more unfit people that were killed in
action the more cost savings could be made in peacetime. It costs
little to bury someone compared with the cost of keeping them on
welfare after the war. The 50th Northumbrian division were expected
to soak up enemy fire so as to allow a foothold for other units.
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?
