Anzac day - hard to believe it is here again. DH reminded me about his Uncle today.
Uncle P served around the Mediterranean with the second division and was decorated with an MM ( thats quite an honor within the nz troups) in North Africa at which point he was promoted to Lt. Later he was badly injured in the Battle of Casino and was loaded into an ambulance. On the way to the field hospital the ambulance drove over a landmine, and Uncle P sustained what they considered fatal injuries. The medics felt that he wouldn’t survive so he was left for dead. Later when it was found he was still alive he had developed gangrene on his leg which was saved by using maggots. Because one of his legs had multiple fractures it was much shorter than the other and he walked with a stick for most of his life until the age of 70 when he had one of New Zealand’s first full knee replacements. This had the added benefit of giving him back his full length leg.
Uncle P was the most amazing Man. He served with Charlie Upham, and we went for lunch there one time when Uncle P came to stay. Charlie was an incredible fella as well.
anyway Anzac day always brings tears to my eyes.
"never let the truth get in the way of a good story "