WW2 Effects on Our Families and Lives?

[Keith Webb]

My Father in law, Peter Wright was 18 in 1944 and went into the army, winding up in the pacific islands in "small boats" trained as a commando his specialty was picking up our agents who had been dropped off behind enemy lines to create mayhem.

At the end of the war, on I think Morotai one of his jobs was the destruction of lend lease equipment, namely tank transporters which they drove over a cliff in a game of dare, the idea being to drive the transporter flat out at the cliff's edge, jumping out at the last possible minute into a jeep running alongside.

Shortly after the end of the war while waiting to be repatriated, his barge was accidentally rammed by a US vessel which resulted in a broken back and an extended period of recovery in the Heidelberg repat in Melbourne.

The upside of all this is he met and married one of the nurses and together they produced my wife.

He has quite a few stories, and I'm going to record them for posterity.