Mornin' chaps, I'm afraid it's come to our attention via some detective work by our American friends that 'Southwestpacificvet' is, in fact, an impostor, apparently taking on the persona of a gentleman who died in 2003. Obviously, veteran status has been removed, and a message placed in their signature. It has been fully confirmed that this person is not what they have presented themselves as, and we leave you to draw your own conclusions as to their motives. This has been known for a week or two, but obviously, much effort was put in by our friends across the pond to confirm it before announcing. If you wish to read their 'explanation', it can be found here. Cheers, Adam.
Fair enough, the guy's been busted and issued a heartfelt appology. The fact he was writing about his grandpa doesn't make it as bad as if he was just making the whole thing up. I just don't understand why he didn't just make that clear from the start. Good on Slipdigit for his detective work. Apart from the obvious, it does make you wonder how many other 'vets' posting out there are legitimate?
Blimey !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ron (At least I think I'm Ron !!!!!) It had recently crossed my mind, given all this, that you're a 26 year old computer programmer from Arizona Ron... But on reflection, I think you're probably OK mate . Pretty good at it weren't they... 10/10 to Otto & Jeff for wheedling them out.
Absolutely Right Ron. I am very surprised, as I can see nothing about being a Vet that would be of such value... If the rest of the vets are like me, they are ridden with all the pains and aches that old age brings..... big grin sapper Thank you Otto for your kind words about me. I know that the postings are of interest, but I was not aware that my contributions were held in such high regard. So thank you very much. Cheers an old man up I can tell you. Brian Guy. Sapper PS Still got the aches and pains
Hi regard indeed Sapper. Im just a simple man who takes an interest in vererans accounts of the war as i am so thankfull for the courage they (you lot on here) all showed when it was needed. Maybe something in the man made him carry on doing what he was doing. It was wrong but the mind is a funny thing.
Adam You say:It had recently crossed my mind, given all this, that you're a 26 year old computer programmer from Arizona Ron... But on reflection, I think you're probably OK mate :wink:. I was a bit worried about the "probably" so I thought I'd produce one of those photos they usually take of people who've been kidnapped to show they're still alive. That's today's Times
We'll pop that in your 'file' Ron, just in case any eyebrows are raised in future . oh yes Ron's file.....................Hmmmmm. Come in Mr. Goldstein, we've been expecting you...............
Adam You say: I was a bit worried about the "probably" so I thought I'd produce one of those photos they usually take of people who've been kidnapped to show they're still alive. That's today's Times You're a hoot. (here in the US, that is a good thing.)
Jeff Ah well..... there's worse things than being called a hoot I just realised that the front page of the Times shows a leading article about the Toyota problems. I have owned a Yaris for the past couple of years. It occurred to me that it would be ironic if someone who had survived the perils of being bombed, shelled & mortared in WW2 was eventually scarpered by a sticky foot pedal And not so much of the "ancient" Brian !!! Best regards to all Ron
Still lookink good Ron! This imposter thing is very interesting,there are a lot more people being caught out ,i think its very sad and those who do it cannot be right in the head. I know a person who has been in the army(25 years),and "claims" to have been in the SAS. Now i have known this person for a long time,and he knows of my fathers airborne history. I am pretty sure he never served with the SAS but he knows a lot of army stuff,he has NO photos or anything related to SAS. But for us civillian types how do we find out? I would love to confront him but the very nature of the SAS makes any inquires impossible,dos`nt it? By the way the longer it goes on the worse it seems to get!!!
Theobob. Salisbury.... What memories that name brings back. That was the place where we could have a few hours away from the Convalescent home. There was a cafe, that was in a street with an arch over part of it? Looking towards that arch, the cafe was on the the left hand side. They gave the returning Blues vets free afternoon tea. (In our hospital blues) Blue jacket, blue drainpipe trousers, white shirt and red tie. With my old pal from the Boer war... RSM Humphries. Bless his memory. While my convalescent home was at Lake House. The Manor House North of Salisbury The Cunard family home. With Lady Janet Inchcape in charge. I have been back there several times, now owned by "Sting" and had tea with Trudi Styler. Great place, just like it was back in 1844/5 One could almost feel the presence of old mates from those times. I have a great affection for that old Manor.... For each time I enter, it makes me feel welcome, like an old friend. But ir was a place of great sadness. For after a lot of treatment I had the feeling that I would never get back home. Somewhere here in my home, I have many photos of the Manor. But for the genius of Sir John Charnley. (Major Charnley as he was then) the Hip Joint man. I would be walking with one leg. Even if they did try out a bone graft in a goat, to see if it was successful, before doing the same to me, A shame that he took the bone from my hips Where you hang your trousers! For now I have to wear braces, or my bloody pants fall down. I also helped Major Charnley make his equipment, He invited me, when he found out I was an engineer. After makong it, he would fit it on me and photoed me...All those photos were lost many years ago....Sadly. How about that for a bit of potted history lads and lasses. There is lots more about those times. Much of it very sad indeed. Sapper Ps I must be your junior Ron...Much younger, and I have to say...prettier OK perhaps not prettier, what spoils it is my one tooth smile