Particularly thinking today of my cousin, Frank Lee, who went ashore with the King's Regt on Sword Beach as one of the Beach Parties tasked with securing the beach and preventing German counter-attacks. Once that task was completed, he was reassigned to the Welch Regt as they pushed through France and Belgium. He was captured during fighting at s'Hertogenbosch in Oct 44. The following April, our family received a telegram to say that Frank had arrived back in the UK. A few hours later, we received a second telegram to say that he had died - his Army record indicates he died at a US military hospital near Oxford of extreme malnutrition. Frank is buried in his home town.
Frank, you died in England but you gave your all in the liberation of Europe. I'm sorry I never knew you - you died more than 20 years before I was born - but I'm thinking of you today!