As it’s #VEDay here’s my Dad during his 6 years service (1940 – 1946) in the @RoyalAirForce as they  quite obviously couldn’t slap Hitler, Mussolini & Hirohito about properly without his expert help.

Granted, on his arrival they decreed him educationally subnormal.  And, yes, he had to do an extra years service due to the amount of time spent in jankers. But when he was doing his thing, the Huns knew that the game was up.

His two brothers were in the navy.  One made it, one didn’t.  His brother Bill was reported missing in action in 1941 and officially declared dead in 1945 .  He had been serving aboard the cruiser HMS Gloucester (‘The Fighting G’) when it was sunk by aircraft of the Luftwaffe during the Battle of Crete. Of her crew of 810 men, only 83 survived to come home at the end of the War in 1945.

Just as well my Da has been deid been dead for 40 years as he’d be exhausted from kicking current 18 year olds up the arse whilst proclaiming them jessies.

He’s on the left, smoking a fag, damn the torpedoes, with his best friend, my “Uncle” Phil.