Hi Dianne,

My Uncle's name was "Edward aka Ed aka Eddie" ...and yes, what atrocities happened to my Uncle and all the other defenceless executed POWS was outrageous and awful.

No, I never met Uncle Ed as I wasn't born until 1954 ... what I did meet was the sadness and loss my family still felt keenly, always ... for losing Uncle Ed June 8/44, AND Uncle Phillip on D-Day ... Phillip and Ed were brothers-inlaw ... as Phillip was married to Ed's sister (my Aunty Annie) My cousin Phillip (aka Bobbie) and his Dad Phillip, never got to meet each other I'm so glad that your Dad made it home.

I understand a lot of the afterwards impacts and reactions of "was never the same" ... nightmares and all the other ways soldiers and their families were effected by what I call "the hangover effects". I wish I could give psychological and spiritual peace to all people who've experienced these things. The grief runs so deep and hard for so many. As does our grief when we lose our Dad's ... it's awful, too, as their kids, to see our parents suffer from what they've been through ... especially during the wars they were part of. I certainly understand my Uncles better as I learn more and more about their service histories. I feel a lot of pride, and sadness, for them all. And yes, love

I'm glad you made it to Normandy ... I'd love to visit my Uncle's in Beny-Sur-Mer one day ... that must have been so moving to be there.

Now, you mention your interests in searching is about geneology/family history and writing it down ... that's basically what brought me here too ... and what holds me here still, but now ALSO what holds me here is everybody picking on me and I have to rise to challenge and get 'em back There really are a bunch of loonies in here.

I'm glad to consider them all my worthy opponants for my

Now back to you,

Karmen