Most of my grandparents passed away before I was old enough to ask them these questions and before I had an interest in History. i urge all of you who still have living grand parents to ask these questions so you can pass down these stories to your children and grand children. Here are three tidbits of what I do remember being told, not much but I would like to share. These are off three different people in three different parts of the world all affected by the huge struggle: Constance Vera Steel (my Grandmother) Britain in the Blitz She told me stories about living in Britain as a teenager during the Blitz and the war years. About hidding under a kitchen table and listening to the speaches of Winston Churchill during constant air raids. Always fearing death from the sky and the comming of the Hun invader from across the channel. Being to young to realy understand the politics and scale of the struggle but vividly remembering the time a dootle bug narowly missed her house! Making do and making ends meet as supplies and goods were always scarce and the din of war always near. Anthony Neal Blowers (my Grandfather) East Africa and the Battle of the Atlantic My Grandad didnt speak much about the war, he was a young man from Kenya (then a British Colony) who had joined the merchant marine. Sailing on ships along the East African coast from South Africa to Egypt bringing supplies and material to the British armies of North Africa.. and later sailing in the Atlantic, bringing supplies to Britian under seige. Always on the look out for enemy subs and a real fear of torpedos (both Jap and Hun). He once told me how he watched a ship go down in his convoy and felt helpless as his ship steamed away. He didn't speak much about the war, as may merchant marines like him, their tales are largley forgoten as they died in record numbers but did not "serve" in a military outfit. Timothy Timleck (my Grandfather) Canadian Division: Western Europe My Grandfather served with the Canadian army after D-Day. Im not sure which Reg as I was to young to ask. He said he did not land on D-day but was brought in later for the push through the Neatherlands. He saw alot of grim fighting and had many friends lost to battle. Three stories linger in my mind that I remember him telling me as a child: 1) While taking a Train station (never found out where) his unit fell apon a car full of Booze being transported from France to Germany. Orders came through to hold the station for the night so they cracked a few... he told me how the war was all around them but his unit was held up in this Train station all night drinking and singing and having a release from the strain of the past few weeks. he said it was one of his fondest memories as days later many of his friends in the unit were killed. 2) When moving into Northern Germany his unit came apon a British truck stuck in the mud at the sid eof the road. The Canadians stopped to help push the lorie back onto the road. In the distance they saw some trucks and tanks moving in their direction, my papa tried to wave them down for assistance in moving the Truck but then noticed to his horror it was a unit of GERMAN TANKS! he told me " Never in your life did I see a bunch of Canucks run faster"... as they did not have any anti-tank weapons they fled to the trees in the face of the on comming German Armor... To their releif and suprise the unit was moving towards the Allied lines to Surender! In a comic twist of the story the Surendering Germans helped pull the British Lorie out of the mud with a Pz IV and the Germans, Canadians and British transport moved back towards the Allied lines together. 3) the final story that sticks in my mind is how my Papa told me how he "kicked him self in the ass" for not volentering to fight in the Pacific. After VE day each man in his unit was asked if they would be transfered to the Pacific to continue the fight against the Japs. His cousin volentired and was sent back to Canada to be transfered to the Pacific theater, my papa had enough and was glad to have survived the European war... The kicker is that Japan surrendered before his cousin was re-depolyed and was back in Canada, where as my Papa was stuck doing ocupation duty til mid 1946! I can remember other small stories but I wanted to share a few.. It was a peoples war and these stories illustrate that ordinary people from all corners of the globe were affected in one way or another.