This Christmas card was sent by my father, who was serving with the army in North Africa or Italy, to my mother and myself (at the time about four months old). My father did not see me until he returned from the war when I was two years old. I discovered this card when I was sorting out my late mother’s possessions. They had a long and happy marriage which only ended when my father died in 1997. They were hard working honest citizens of this country and my father did not wait to be called up. He volunteered to join the RAF as a navigator but unfortunately was rejected due to a damaged lung and was drafted into the army, serving in North Africa, Italy and Greece. I consider myself very lucky that he came home safe and was a very loving and attentive father to myself and my younger brother who was born a few years after his return. My mother is now deceased and no-one could have wished for better parents.
