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I may have related this story before thus will cut it short this time... My old pal, was on the opposite side from your neighbour Arwyn, and was the driver of a Sherman which took a hit while crossing a bridge over a river, he had taken the precaution of opening the hatch above his head, and reckons he was blown clear like a cork out of a bottle, the only survivor from his crew, lay on the river bank for days till the Yanks found him. He had a silver pin put in his badly scarred lower leg to repair his broken bone.... He worked as a slater and plasterer till he retired at 65..That generation had to face so very much..
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