|My father, John P. Weston|
My father (left) John Weston of Blackpool, Lancashire often talked about his war experiences and I am afraid it did provoke the reaction at times of “Not the war again, Dad”. It was only later that we came to realise what a life-defining period it was. I persuaded him to write an account for me. and this combined with photographs and letters I found after my parent's death, provided the basis for me writing a family history narrative.
Dad was happy to talk about his experiences, but they were an edited version. We never heard about the awful scenes he must have witnessed on Omaha beach, on the fighting in the march through France, at the Battle of Bulge and on into Germany.
My father's account of his war time experiences, I have featured before on my blog at:
A Normandy Story & A Paris Welcome
"I got a lift into
|Dated on the reverse|
Paris - Sept. 12th 1944
A Meal of Five Boiled Sweets