My grandad was in The Durham Light Infantry but wasnt involved in D-Day he was in Burma and was awarded the Burma Star.
He was the most kindest, gentle and respectful man I ever had the pleasure to meet and was proud to call him my Grandad. I can never imagine my Grandad hurting a soul and have thought many times about it, he never had a bad word to say about anyone but he detested the Japanese, he never went into detail but he said they were the cruellest people to walk the earth. He seen some unimaginable things but never shared them, he insisted it was things that needed to stay in the past. When we were little he used to show us his scars on the backs of his legs when we used to ask what they were off he would say running away from the Japs

It might have been true because when it came to the war he was a closed book, I loved nothing better than sitting with my Grandad and listening to his stories of working down the Pit and playing football, I think of him a lot on days like this, my Grandad the war hero was my hero, I loved him.