Showing posts with label north africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label north africa. Show all posts

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Retro Motor Bikes at Sandringham Country Fair.



Another of the delightful sites at the Sandringham Country Fair was a small selection of vintage motorbikes. I’m not too knowledgeable on motorbikes but I’m clued up enough to know that these are vintage vehicles and are rare in this day and age. Then I saw a little slice of Retro Brit history.


One of the bikes was a desert sandy colour. It also had emblems of the Desert Rat upon the tank. I’m assuming this is a restored dispatch bike from the Eighth Army. This force was nicknamed Desert Rats and fought against Rommel’s Africa Korps during the North African Campaign of WWII. The motorbike was for sale. I'm guessing the price tag was a little more than its original Retro British price of the war years.







Sunday, 20 July 2014

Horrid and Ghastly Things We Do To Each Other.


Just a few generations back, most of our grandparents had to witness such death and carnage. Here are two British soldiers removing the corpse of an enemy soldier from his tank in North Africa 1942. To know that one must do this kind of thing to someone else or it may be done to you? To clear up the terrible carnage afterwards is something I would never want to do. I'm sure the soldiers in the photo never wanted to either. As kids we would ask the older generation if they killed anyone in the war. Some often said probably and did not want to dwell on such things. I worked in the GPO/Royal Mail from the late seventies into the early eighties. All the Postal workers from mid fifties to retirement age had lived through and took part in WWII. They came from all theaters of the war - land, sea, and air.

One old veteran that I knew in the Post Office, named Joe Lewis said he was in a Sherman tank. They were nicknamed 'Tommy Cookers' by the enemy. Joe said he witnessed soldiers in other Sherman tanks jumping out as human torches, while he was terrified that his tank would be next. Most soldiers on all sides were scarred by some of the horrendous things that happened around them.

An old seaman spoke of leaving a ship in Alexandria and being posted to another vessel. Then he heard the one that he left was sunk in battle. Many of his old mates were all gone.

My grandfather was in the docks of London and he told me he had to remove dead personnel from ships when they came into dock, plus the bombing of the docks during the Blitz and clearing up the carnage afterwards.

Of course this was going on all over the world and in many countries. Whole generations that witnessed such terror of the world at war.