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Norman: Through My Eyes: A social and personal history of Leicester.
Interview on radio Leicester, with Ben Jackson.
Written by Julia Mason.

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Remembering Arthur, Harry and Jack.
We remember the Fallen but we must also remember the brave that returned whose lives were never the same.

My Uncle Jack was a "Railway Man" forced to build the Burma railway by the Japanese as a POW. Most of his comrades died of starvation or disease but he was one of the "lucky" survivors. He returned a skeleton, and suffered ill health and fevers the rest of his life.

Uncle Harry was also a Japanese POW and never really recovered from the experience. Mentally scarred he lived with his Mother, and like many POWs used to hoard food under his bed.

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3 September 1939 – declaration of war:

It was a few minutes to 11am and Ron and I were returning home as fast as we could because momentous events were afoot. We charged down the street and rushed into the house. The wireless was on and I heard the words gravely spoken,
‘As no such guarantee has been given (or was it received), this country is now in a state of war with Germany.’
I think it was our Ted (photo) who spoke first,
‘The best thing I can do is volunteer for the medical corps. There’s no way I want to get pushed into the infantry to be shot at!’
Once Ted had received his papers for the Army (in January 1940) a date was fixed for his wedding.

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Armistice Day – through the eyes of an 8 year old choirboy

I think that of all the services I took part in, the one I always found most moving, the one I loved best, was the Armistice Day Sunday. Several of the choirmen were ex-servicemen from the Great War. I think one had lost a leg and another was on sticks as a result of his wounds.
It was on this day that those in the congregation who’d served during that first holocaust proudly wore their medals, polished & burnished, shining & clinking as they moved. What a pageant of sight, sound and colour, as behind the flags and banners, they walked to lay them upon the altar to be blessed.

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