ARNHEM...AGAIN!!!

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  1. Jamie Holdbridge-Stuart

    Jamie Holdbridge-Stuart Senior Member

    I came across this memoir the other day. The author was a member of Ron Kent's Platoon. Can anyone identify him for me please?

    No.1 Platoon
    XXI Independent Parachute Company

    Waiting on the airfield, took off at 10:30. Settled down for the trip, sky full of gliders and tugs. Over Ipswich one glider broken from tug. Over sea - Dutch coast. Am sick. Not much flak, plane lurches now and then and can't hear anything over sound of engines. Hillier sick and makes me sick. twenty minutes to go, we stand up and adjust 'chute and equipment, glance out of window and see flooded land but can't make anything out much. Blokes say, civilians waving to us in woods. Someone opens up with a machine gun and a couple of bullets come up through hole and out of top of plane.
    - GREEN ON - they all tumble out and I follow. All very blurred as usual, remember bashing my right elbow and shoulder on side of hole. I get half a twist but swing out of it. Ground seems to be very close, fumble with my quick release for my rifle valise and let it down to the end of it's rope. See something hit the deck with a cloud of dust and think 'Jimmy's had it, but then realize it's only a rifle valise. Get ready to land and touch down and feel my ankle go and am sitting on the ground trying to do about a dozen things - undo my 'chute - undo my rifle and load it - try out my ankle which is badly busted and also get the hell out of there. A couple of Dutch civilians are waving white handkerchiefs - no opposition yet. stumble and limp over a wire fence to rest of stick. Sound of rifle fire over to left. Sgt. Kent sees where we are and we set off to connect with rest of platoon. Get onto main road and set out aids for the 1st Battn. Lots of bombing going on in the distance. Gliders coming in - hundreds of them. Why don't the Dakotas show up? Here they come and out tumble the 1st Battn. I can now make my way to Doc Jones for him to bandage my ankle. Blinco there with a broken arm. Civvies there very happy handing out water. Container caught on fire and 3" mortar bombs going up, thought we were being shelled at first. All in, so we collect aids and start for Coy. H.Q. I can't keep up cause my ankle hurts - civvies collected all the 'chutes in. Get over railway and pproach Coy. H.Q. , one and a half miles N.W. of Wolfheze. I stop and have a rest. Eventually reach Coy. H.Q., get my ankle looked at and go back to platoon. I'm put with McBride on PIAT for the night to rest my ankle. So we dig in. Heavy firing in South and East all night.
    Early stand-to. Report to First Aid Post and told to rest my leg. Platoons go off to various L.Z., S.P.Z.s and D.Z.s. I'm one left with H.Q. hanging around all day. About midday a bunch of 'Spitfires' come over, at least we thought they were ours until they started low diving and machine gunning us. I saw a great black cross and took a headlong dive into what seemed to me a very shallow slit trench. The second time they came over I found a deeper one only to have McMahon dive in on top of me. After that we took to the slit trench and sniped with rifles as they were going over. Cpl. Jones of 2 platoon our first casualty was brought in and buried during a lull. In the afternoon the gliders arrived four hours late. 3rd Battn. down (?) and supplies. A couple of gliders crashed but none hurt too badly. Platoons in towards night and we loaded up a horse and cart with the heavy equipment for move into Arnhem. Hobbs and I riding on cart we moved off. Poor horse could hardly move the load so I hopped off and walked half the way. Arrived in dark, on fringe of woods on outskirts of Oosterbeek and dug in for night.
    Hectic night with a Jerry pillbox down the road firing a Spandau straight length of my slit trench, or so it seemed. This morning one of the Battns went in and put it out of commission. Lots of strong stuff flying around so we kept heads well down. Urquhart came round during the night, also a Jerry plane dropped a flare right over us, but nothing came of it. While the gliders were coming in a lone Stuka streaked across the sky, dropped an egg on someone, and vanished hotly pursued by two Spitfires. I hope they got him. We set off to yesterday's S.D.Z. which we were going to use as a L.Z. for the Pole's gliders. Waited then went into woods for cover. More 109s and Fokker Wolfs came and strafed us and half of us had no slit trenches. I thought I had had it, and dug like hell just in time for the second attack. (Cpl. Max Rodley, German speaking) kept his post by E-*. Most of our blokes got back to find the 4th Bde. in full retreat led by the army (?) coming over the L.Z. under smoke and through the woods. Get Max's section in and go to ground while they destroy E-, can't do it so put a few mags of Sten through it. Saw my first live Jerry and put a bullet in him, he went down on his knees so I rolled over out of Tommy Morgan's way and he put a burst into him. More Jerries coming out of wood under M.G.34 and Schmeiser covering fire. Which we return. I got another cert. Looked round and found the platoon retiring leaving only two or three of us there so beat a hasty retreat over wire fence into another wood. Went down to road and found 4th Bde. in full retreat, so got up railway and formed hard, lost one section which rejoined us later. 4th Bde. decided to hold railway, so made our way back to Coy. H.Q. but found they'd moved to crossroads higher up the hill. Dug in along edge of wood. quiet night.
    In position all day. Plenty of mortaring and sniper fire so we made slit trenches deeper. Got another cert when a bunch of Jerries came right out into the open in front of us. Also several possibles. Max tried to get them to surrender and they tried to get us to do the same. Eastwood's famous words "Tell them we'll give them hell." Heard mobile loudspeaker in the distance. Supply drops nearly all going to Jerry now. Intense ack-ack fire several planes hit (also yesterday). No enemy aircraft or straffing today. 2 Ptn. got an S.P. with the PIAT, but the twerp who fired it went after the crew with a Sten and stopped a burst of M.G.34.
    Still in edge of wood quiet night, not much shelling. Three lads out of 10th Btn. suddenly appeared in front of us. One of them sniped coming across field. Got him in - I went out and cut a couple of wire net fences for them. Snipers and mortars busy most of day. Can hear our own artillery on other side of river clearly now. Hope they hurry up. Supply drop in the afternoon most of it going to Jerry. several of our planes going down on fire, I take my hat off to those pilots. Arthur Heath stopped an unlucky one during the drop. He was in his trench when a tail gunner in a Stirling opened up on our wood. I don't blame him, they were having all kinds of stuff thrown up at them. Anyway Arthur was hit. Sgt, Kent got him out of his trench and from the way he was holding him I thought he had it in his stomach, so when he asked for water, stopped Ron from giving him any. He passed out from shock and slid into Ron's trench - we had a hell of a job getting him out - two of us had to stand up in the open and pull him out by the eppulettes . It turned out he had a flesh wound on the inside of his thigh. The blasted KOSBS started filtering back through our lines again and we finally had to turn them all baack and shoot if they refused. The two 10th Btn. blokes joined us and dug in, also 2 Ptn.'s cook with his PIAT. In the early evening the General suddenly appears in his jeep in the fields and belts across in thye open. No shots fired at him. Jerry making a lot of noise in the opposite wood shouting, waving, trying to make us believe they're our troops. jerry suddenly appeared in front with some type of field gun. Tony Morgan, Jock Avvalone and 'Darlkie' our Bren gunners have a field day. They put the gun out of action and set it on fire. later Jerry brings up a truck to tow it out, we knock that out also. The lads killed quite a lot of Jerries today, but can't make any certain claims for myself, we were all firing at once. 1 Sect. took over our position while we rested and let Jerry take the gun away. Doubt if it'll be any use to them. I wanted to earn my M.M. going out to blow it up, but Eastwood wouldn't let me he said, it was well and truly K.O. It did get off a few rounds one of them went straight through the front door of Comp. H.Q., between the Major and Urquhart, and out of the back door. Urquhart was pleased with us for knocking it out. In evening we pulled out followed by the Glider pilots. Arrived in wood near Bde. H.Q. and slept in the open, too tired to dig in, and I could get my boot off for a few hours. My foot is holding up all right.
    Moved into houses by crossroads near hospital. Snipers and S.P.s annoying us all day. Mortaring in morning and evening. thank goodness Jerry doesn't like fighting at night. 2 ptn. cook got a Mk. IV with his PIAT, nice work. Several casualties today. Quiet bar occasional shelling by tanks and S.P.s, we can hear the damned things moving around the houses but can't do a thing about it. Supplies short only had a couple of biscuits and some jam all day. Broken into my rations. Jerry made a break through the hospital and have taken it over. 2 and 3 platoons have had to give up their houses and move to others. Our platoon was very strongly attacked from front but held on. Shot a sniper today and maybe several others but can't see them after they fell. Spent whole morning at a window in the loft of our house staring at a gap in a hedge several yards away and firing whenever I saw anything. An S.P. keeps on throwing stuff at our houses but don't do much damage bar a few tiles. Heavy mortaring - I heard 88mms and the six barreled mortars. Sudden attack on 1 section by snipers opposite. Max Rodley killed - he was too brave. A grenade was slung into a trench so the blokes moved into the house. Snipers and machine guns rather busy on 2 section, so am sent to reinforce. We're an odd collection now. About eight of us, 10th Bn. two, 2 sect. and an odd glider pilot.. We received 'Do or Die' orders. Thompson killed by snipers, damn rotten the way he got it, another too brave bloke.. Attack by some kind of flamethrower at dusk, lost our heads slightly. But Ben calms us and we retire to house. Quiet night - every morning we stand to - and say, 'one more night'.
    Heavy mortaring all morning getting too close to be damned pleasant. Also about two tanks taking a particular interest in our positions. A Jerry truck broke through but shot up further down the road by Avallone. casualties getting heavier. midday, owner of the house came up from his cellar and cooks us a meal out of his scant supply of potatoes and spinach. Just as it was ready we see movement in the gardens and realize it's the advance guard of the Poles. Everyone's spirits rise we concentrate our fire into all the windows around us while they cross thee open spaces to buildings around. A glider pilot Colonel comes with them and and tells us to get them as dug in as we can. jerry's small arms fire very heavy, but kip down on the floor of the room, only to be woken up later by a lot od noise in the hall.. Go out and Ben swallow has stopped a very nasty one in the leg while walking up the stairs, through a closed door. Do all we can for him - Poles go crazy and seem to think we're Jerries in the house. One of them pulled the pin from a grenade and tossed it into one of our rooms, luckily there's no-one in there. I go slightly haywire and rush round the houses looking for the sniper, no one but our blokes and the Poles about, so position myself at a place where I think the sniper's shot came from. I like to think I got him as Ben was a good mate. Receive orders to to move again and after a hectic dash through gardens and across roads under cover of a smoke grenade reach Coy. H.Q. (on Passberg). A bit quieter here and we rset for a couple of hours. Then move up the road to a school under the cover of darkness. Put a Bren post in a room occupied for the last week by six dead Airlanding Bde. blokes. Honestly if one of them had moved hat night I would have walked up to the nearest jerry and given myself up.
     
  2. Jamie Holdbridge-Stuart

    Jamie Holdbridge-Stuart Senior Member

    Got the full memoir typed up, does it ring any bells now?

    No.1 Platoon
    XXI Independent Parachute Company
    Waiting on the airfield, took off at 10:30. Settled down for the trip, sky full of gliders and tugs. Over Ipswich one glider broken from tug. Over sea - Dutch coast. Am sick. Not much flak, plane lurches now and then and can't hear anything over sound of engines. Hillier sick and makes me sick. twenty minutes to go, we stand up and adjust 'chute and equipment, glance out of window and see flooded land but can't make anything out much. Blokes say, civilians waving to us in woods. Someone opens up with a machine gun and a couple of bullets come up through hole and out of top of plane.
    - GREEN ON - they all tumble out and I follow. All very blurred as usual, remember bashing my right elbow and shoulder on side of hole. I get half a twist but swing out of it. Ground seems to be very close, fumble with my quick release for my rifle valise and let it down to the end of it's rope. See something hit the deck with a cloud of dust and think 'Jimmy's had it, but then realize it's only a rifle valise. Get ready to land and touch down and feel my ankle go and am sitting on the ground trying to do about a dozen things - undo my 'chute - undo my rifle and load it - try out my ankle which is badly busted and also get the hell out of there. A couple of Dutch civilians are waving white handkerchiefs - no opposition yet. stumble and limp over a wire fence to rest of stick. Sound of rifle fire over to left. Sgt. Kent sees where we are and we set off to connect with rest of platoon. Get onto main road and set out aids for the 1st Battn. Lots of bombing going on in the distance. Gliders coming in - hundreds of them. Why don't the Dakotas show up? Here they come and out tumble the 1st Battn. I can now make my way to Doc Jones for him to bandage my ankle. Blinco there with a broken arm. Civvies there very happy handing out water. Container caught on fire and 3" mortar bombs going up, thought we were being shelled at first. All in, so we collect aids and start for Coy. H.Q. I can't keep up cause my ankle hurts - civvies collected all the 'chutes in. Get over railway and pproach Coy. H.Q. , one and a half miles N.W. of Wolfheze. I stop and have a rest. Eventually reach Coy. H.Q., get my ankle looked at and go back to platoon. I'm put with McBride on PIAT for the night to rest my ankle. So we dig in. Heavy firing in South and East all night.
    Early stand-to. Report to First Aid Post and told to rest my leg. Platoons go off to various L.Z., S.P.Z.s and D.Z.s. I'm one left with H.Q. hanging around all day. About midday a bunch of 'Spitfires' come over, at least we thought they were ours until they started low diving and machine gunning us. I saw a great black cross and took a headlong dive into what seemed to me a very shallow slit trench. The second time they came over I found a deeper one only to have McMahon dive in on top of me. After that we took to the slit trench and sniped with rifles as they were going over. Cpl. Jones of 2 platoon our first casualty was brought in and buried during a lull. In the afternoon the gliders arrived four hours late. 3rd Battn. down (?) and supplies. A couple of gliders crashed but none hurt too badly. Platoons in towards night and we loaded up a horse and cart with the heavy equipment for move into Arnhem. Hobbs and I riding on cart we moved off. Poor horse could hardly move the load so I hopped off and walked half the way. Arrived in dark, on fringe of woods on outskirts of Oosterbeek and dug in for night.
    Hectic night with a Jerry pillbox down the road firing a Spandau straight length of my slit trench, or so it seemed. This morning one of the Battns went in and put it out of commission. Lots of strong stuff flying around so we kept heads well down. Urquhart came round during the night, also a Jerry plane dropped a flare right over us, but nothing came of it. While the gliders were coming in a lone Stuka streaked across the sky, dropped an egg on someone, and vanished hotly pursued by two Spitfires. I hope they got him. We set off to yesterday's S.D.Z. which we were going to use as a L.Z. for the Pole's gliders. Waited then went into woods for cover. More 109s and Fokker Wolfs came and strafed us and half of us had no slit trenches. I thought I had had it, and dug like hell just in time for the second attack. (Cpl. Max Rodley, German speaking) kept his post by E-*. Most of our blokes got back to find the 4th Bde. in full retreat led by the army (?) coming over the L.Z. under smoke and through the woods. Get Max's section in and go to ground while they destroy E-, can't do it so put a few mags of Sten through it. Saw my first live Jerry and put a bullet in him, he went down on his knees so I rolled over out of Tommy Morgan's way and he put a burst into him. More Jerries coming out of wood under M.G.34 and Schmeiser covering fire. Which we return. I got another cert. Looked round and found the platoon retiring leaving only two or three of us there so beat a hasty retreat over wire fence into another wood. Went down to road and found 4th Bde. in full retreat, so got up railway and formed hard, lost one section which rejoined us later. 4th Bde. decided to hold railway, so made our way back to Coy. H.Q. but found they'd moved to crossroads higher up the hill. Dug in along edge of wood. quiet night.
    In position all day. Plenty of mortaring and sniper fire so we made slit trenches deeper. Got another cert when a bunch of Jerries came right out into the open in front of us. Also several possibles. Max tried to get them to surrender and they tried to get us to do the same. Eastwood's famous words "Tell them we'll give them hell." Heard mobile loudspeaker in the distance. Supply drops nearly all going to Jerry now. Intense ack-ack fire several planes hit (also yesterday). No enemy aircraft or straffing today. 2 Ptn. got an S.P. with the PIAT, but the twerp who fired it went after the crew with a Sten and stopped a burst of M.G.34.
    Still in edge of wood quiet night, not much shelling. Three lads out of 10th Btn. suddenly appeared in front of us. One of them sniped coming across field. Got him in - I went out and cut a couple of wire net fences for them. Snipers and mortars busy most of day. Can hear our own artillery on other side of river clearly now. Hope they hurry up. Supply drop in the afternoon most of it going to Jerry. several of our planes going down on fire, I take my hat off to those pilots. Arthur Heath stopped an unlucky one during the drop. He was in his trench when a tail gunner in a Stirling opened up on our wood. I don't blame him, they were having all kinds of stuff thrown up at them. Anyway Arthur was hit. Sgt, Kent got him out of his trench and from the way he was holding him I thought he had it in his stomach, so when he asked for water, stopped Ron from giving him any. He passed out from shock and slid into Ron's trench - we had a hell of a job getting him out - two of us had to stand up in the open and pull him out by the eppulettes . It turned out he had a flesh wound on the inside of his thigh. The blasted KOSBS started filtering back through our lines again and we finally had to turn them all baack and shoot if they refused. The two 10th Btn. blokes joined us and dug in, also 2 Ptn.'s cook with his PIAT. In the early evening the General suddenly appears in his jeep in the fields and belts across in thye open. No shots fired at him. Jerry making a lot of noise in the opposite wood shouting, waving, trying to make us believe they're our troops. jerry suddenly appeared in front with some type of field gun. Tony Morgan, Jock Avvalone and 'Darlkie' our Bren gunners have a field day. They put the gun out of action and set it on fire. later Jerry brings up a truck to tow it out, we knock that out also. The lads killed quite a lot of Jerries today, but can't make any certain claims for myself, we were all firing at once. 1 Sect. took over our position while we rested and let Jerry take the gun away. Doubt if it'll be any use to them. I wanted to earn my M.M. going out to blow it up, but Eastwood wouldn't let me he said, it was well and truly K.O. It did get off a few rounds one of them went straight through the front door of Comp. H.Q., between the Major and Urquhart, and out of the back door. Urquhart was pleased with us for knocking it out. In evening we pulled out followed by the Glider pilots. Arrived in wood near Bde. H.Q. and slept in the open, too tired to dig in, and I could get my boot off for a few hours. My foot is holding up all right.
    Moved into houses by crossroads near hospital. Snipers and S.P.s annoying us all day. Mortaring in morning and evening. thank goodness Jerry doesn't like fighting at night. 2 ptn. cook got a Mk. IV with his PIAT, nice work. Several casualties today. Quiet bar occasional shelling by tanks and S.P.s, we can hear the damned things moving around the houses but can't do a thing about it. Supplies short only had a couple of biscuits and some jam all day. Broken into my rations. Jerry made a break through the hospital and have taken it over. 2 and 3 platoons have had to give up their houses and move to others. Our platoon was very strongly attacked from front but held on. Shot a sniper today and maybe several others but can't see them after they fell. Spent whole morning at a window in the loft of our house staring at a gap in a hedge several yards away and firing whenever I saw anything. An S.P. keeps on throwing stuff at our houses but don't do much damage bar a few tiles. Heavy mortaring - I heard 88mms and the six barreled mortars. Sudden attack on 1 section by snipers opposite. Max Rodley killed - he was too brave. A grenade was slung into a trench so the blokes moved into the house. Snipers and machine guns rather busy on 2 section, so am sent to reinforce. We're an odd collection now. About eight of us, 10th Bn. two, 2 sect. and an odd glider pilot.. We received 'Do or Die' orders. Thompson killed by snipers, damn rotten the way he got it, another too brave bloke.. Attack by some kind of flamethrower at dusk, lost our heads slightly. But Ben calms us and we retire to house. Quiet night - every morning we stand to - and say, 'one more night'.
    Heavy mortaring all morning getting too close to be damned pleasant. Also about two tanks taking a particular interest in our positions. A Jerry truck broke through but shot up further down the road by Avallone. casualties getting heavier. midday, owner of the house came up from his cellar and cooks us a meal out of his scant supply of potatoes and spinach. Just as it was ready we see movement in the gardens and realize it's the advance guard of the Poles. Everyone's spirits rise we concentrate our fire into all the windows around us while they cross thee open spaces to buildings around. A glider pilot Colonel comes with them and and tells us to get them as dug in as we can. jerry's small arms fire very heavy, but kip down on the floor of the room, only to be woken up later by a lot od noise in the hall.. Go out and Ben swallow has stopped a very nasty one in the leg while walking up the stairs, through a closed door. Do all we can for him - Poles go crazy and seem to think we're Jerries in the house. One of them pulled the pin from a grenade and tossed it into one of our rooms, luckily there's no-one in there. I go slightly haywire and rush round the houses looking for the sniper, no one but our blokes and the Poles about, so position myself at a place where I think the sniper's shot came from. I like to think I got him as Ben was a good mate. Receive orders to to move again and after a hectic dash through gardens and across roads under cover of a smoke grenade reach Coy. H.Q. (on Passberg). A bit quieter here and we rset for a couple of hours. Then move up the road to a school under the cover of darkness. Put a Bren post in a room occupied for the last week by six dead Airlanding Bde. blokes. Honestly if one of them had moved hat night I would have walked up to the nearest jerry and given myself up.
    In action all day. Broke into a provisions store and ate bottled cherries and strawberries, not very good for the guts but it was food of a sort. Our Bren gunners firing along fixed lines accounted for quite a number of Jerries, didn't get a shot in myself. Enemy kept up very heavy shelling and mortaring all around us most of the day. Then came the orders, to withdraw at 21:30 to the river. Those last few hours were hell. One dirty little Jerry had got one of our 2" mortars and was banging away on our positions all day. He didn't seem to know the difference between smoke and H.E., being a nuisance, but he didn't do any damage. Just before dusk Jerry started using phosphorous shells and set light to most of the houses in front of us. The gun itself made a nasty noise and after the first few we knew what to expect every time we heard it, and made sure to take good cover.
    House evacuated, feet swathed in felt and blankets - a ghost arm. Down to Coy. H.Q., several snipers, who although they couldn't hear us made things quite unpleasant. Everyone was now praying that now we were on the way out nothing must happen. We lay down in a cabbage patch to await the rest of the Coy. The 2nd Army guns started making a terrific noise. Then Jerry started in, in earnest, he poured everything he had into our old positions. The approach to the river was not too bad while I was there, the blokes that came later caught all the bad stuff. Arrived at 23:30 and got in a boat at about 02:45. We were lucky in having the cover of low clouds and rain all the time otherwise the casualties would have been heavier.
    25/26/09/44
    On the other side the 2nd Army blokes were grand and helped us as much as they could. Messed my ankle up again on the way down and was having a bit of trouble walking. Initially on crossing a big dyke, I didn't realize we had to slide down the other side and landed upon hands and knees about 30ft. down the other side. Wherever we moved cigarettes were pressed on us and directions given. I think that's the thing that kept us going. 'Only a couple of hundred yards up the road' - was a good three or four miles. We arrived and lined up for a tot of rum, cigarettes and biscuits. Dawn came and we started off in the rain for the next stop. Got fed on the way after a rest by a 25pdr. battery, where they scrounged us some food, cadged a lift in a jeep and missed the next stop and arrived in Nijmegen about 19:30. We were well looked after - a smashing meal - rum - cigarettes - everything - then straight to bed. While we were coming over the bridge they were shelling it with long range guns and also had several air raids on the town during the day, but too tired to worry about it. woke up about 05:00 and moved into new quarters, more air raids during the night, I nearly copped it when they landed one just outside the messhall. Incidentally I discovered I was bomb happy and also deaf in my left ear, having stopped the blast of a 2" mortar in it.
    26/09/44
    Still in Nijmegen more air raids during the day. Stayed close to a shelter all the day, didn't want anything to happen while I'm on the way out. Incidentally, forgot to mention the last day we were there we saw some most marvellous precision bombing and shooting by Mitchells, Bostons and Typhoons, etc. Moving out today. Sea-borne party arrived with spare kit, etc.
    27/09/44
    Moved out down the corridor to Louvain. Shelled in narrowest part but Jerry didn't damage much. You should see the traffic going up to the line, nothing but a continuous stream. Lots of knocked out tanks and trucks in corridor where Jerry had broken through. Also lots of burnt out Jerry stuff, witness to the good shooting of the Typhoons. Stopped in a school outside Louvain for the night. At last a decent night with trousers and boots off.
    28/09/44
    Lounged around all day until about three in the afternoon when we entrucked for Brussels airport. Flew home in a C47 taking in all 2 hours and 25 minutes. 12 mins to cross the channel from somewhere around Calais to Lydd in Kent, over Hampton Court to Lincolnshire. Brussels is a big town from the air. Saw part of the West Wall, the Airforce certainly hit it, nothing but bomb holes. Marvellous reception, cigarettes, a smashing meal and some beer. And so back to quarters in Newark which we left about six weeks ago.
     
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  3. Jamie Holdbridge-Stuart

    Jamie Holdbridge-Stuart Senior Member

    Got 'im, from 'Leading The Way To Arnhem'... Private Harold (Bill) Mollett.
     

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