It’s two days past Pearl Harbor Day……

Its two days past Pearl Harbor Day and with great humiliation I admit that I don’t recall the name of the first N.H. man to die in WWII. That humiliation stems from two facts….one is I grew up in N.H….and two is that he’s a direct relative on my Fathers side. I think I shall research this more but first I’d like to tell you about other relations who are veterans of that war …like my Mother.
In the beginning of WWII my Grandfather dug a bomb shelter in the back garden…. or yard… of the London Council house my Mother grew up in. That’s where they huddled one night while the Germans bombed the hospital across the street into oblivion. My Mother and her brother were after ward’s evacuated north with all of the other London children to live with families they didn’t know in order to be safe from the endless bombings London suffered.

My Grandfather was deaf resulting from bursting an eardrum from diving off of London’s Southwarke Bridge into the River Thames as a young man. He had enlisted immediately and been sent to France after training and it was some months before anyone noticed his handicap and he was shipped home to spend the rest of the war as a member of the Home Guard.

My Mothers Aunt Daisy lived in a south London borough known as the Elephant and Castle that had a mandatory evacuation. “ Aunt Daise ” refused to leave her home and spent those nights of German bombings in a near by sub way tunnel……hers was the only home still standing on the block at the end of the war and I recall spending some weekends there in the 60’s.

Not every veteran of war is a military veteran…..my Mother became one at seven years old.  It’s so very sad at how many other young children  worldwide can lay similar claim to that.

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