tankie1rtr
Airman
I would like to share the most moving moment in my life with you guys, Yes like others on here I have lost close friends on active service and that is hard but "My most moving moment" is as follows, I am now 54yrs old, and I am an ex British Tankie, I was also Regimental Bugler (Trumpeter) a few years ago I was a Continental Coach Driver and I took my Silver Bugle all over with me, I would stop at the little War Cemetaries in France and I would play the last post (Taps) as a mark of respect, on one tour I was taking a group of mixed British and American ex Servicemen on a tour to Normandy, I will never forget this tour, we went to the Big American Cemetary at Pointe Du Hoc, and there stood 9,387 crosses of guys who had sacrificed their today for our tomorrow, and in a garden was a memorial to 1,577 missing in the invasion. Inside the main gates there is a large statue holding out a Laurel Leaf as a gesture of Peace, I asked the keeper of the Cemetary If I could have the privelage of playing taps by the statue as a mark of respect, he said he would be delighted to hear it, all the ex servicemen stood in a large semi circle around myself and the statue and I started playing, time seemed to stand still, the wind seemed to drop, and all people stopped what they were doing and stood stock still and the notes carried gently to fade away over the white crosses, I played as gently and meaningful as I could with tears streaming down my cheeks, and the gentle sobbing of grown men behind me. Late when we were walking towards the white crosses, an old lady dressed in black asked me If I was an American Soldier, I told her I wasn't, I was an ex British soldier who was not born untill 8 years after the war, she went on to tell me that she was visiting the grave of her Fiancee, he was a fighter pilot, 20yrs old, they were due to get married that month, when she received a letter saying he had been lost over Normandy, she never married and still wore he's engagement ring, she kissed me on my cheek and said "Thank You" to me, me who had only played a bugle, yet her who's love had been lost for my (our) freedom, I will never forget that tour, I was very very humbled by the company of the Old Soldiers I spent two weeks with, and then I was once again humbled by a single little old lady, That week I cried buckets, and still years later as I write this, I still well up. I would love to put a newspaper cutting to follow this post but I dont know how to do it, If anybody would like it please mail me and I will post it to you.
Regards
tankie
Regards
tankie