At the end of the afternoon of the 6th June, D Day, we attended a memorial service for the Third Division, who landed on Sword Beach. John's father actually came ashore at Hermanville-sur-Mer, so we felt it was important to be there and to show our respects.
Sailors will be sailors though, and they started with a tot - squaddies march, matelots sip.
The band were magnificent. An incredible rich sound that resonated in the memorial square and set the tone for the service that followed.
By now there was a brisk wind blowing in off the sea, and the sky was darkening. Again we heard someone say how the weather always changes for the worse on D Day.
The boys managed to shelter from the worst of the wind.
In spite of the wind and the chill, it was a very well attended service. Again, very emotional and moving.
From here, we were to march over to the British Cemetry. John is proud to say that he did march all the way. George, Eddie and I took the car.
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