Anniversary

Today is the anniversary of the start of the Battle for Britain in 1940. On that day I had twelve uncles in uniform, three aunts and my mother and father who hadn't met yet.

I'm proud of all of them but especially my father. He started out in the RAF as an apprentice electrician and made it to Wing Commander flying Sunderlands on anti submarine work.

He was born in a large family of Plymouth Brethren. The West country is/was a hive of Christian sects. Check out the Sethians. My Mother was driving an ambulance in London later on becoming an Instructor on radar tracking for anti aircraft guns. She ended up in Berlin in 1946 as the assistant to the Provost Marshall in the British sector. She was always grateful to some members of the Jewish Brigade who helped her in a tight spot with some Russians.