Today my other half said "I just realised it is 65 years ago today that I joined the British Army." Wow! That made me realise that we are indeed getting on in years and have had many adventures but this one of MOH's was a big one.
He of course joined up to begin his two year's national service. Remember that this was in 1947, just two years after the end of World War 2. MOH spent 15 months in Germany as part of the occupation forces over there. He was stationed in Luneberg which is historic because it was on a hill just south of that town that Field Marshall Montgomery took the German surrender.
Unlike many towns in Germany, Luneberg escaped unscathed so none of its historic buildings were damaged although many had fallen into disrepair over the years. Although the town itself was intact MOH witnessed many refugees and displaced persons, many of whom had escaped from the Russian occupied zone.
From what MOH tells me he was much saddened by the things he saw while in Germany with people virtually willing to sell themselves to obtain food and even cigarettes. As a young country lad of 18 who had lived through the Coventry blitz he was seeing the other side of the war. England had not been invaded and they were therefore able to get on with reasonably normal lives regardless of being bombed, having rationing etc.
He had some good mates among the other soldiers and has told me some great and often quite funny tales of different things that happened to them while in barracks and out on patrol. Perhaps I may be able to repeat some of those stories occasionally here on this blog.
The regiment he was with was the Royal Scots Greys but fortunately he didn't have to wear a kilt as he reckons he just doesn't have the knees for that type of outfit and I think he could be right.