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My Dad, Joe Mooney fought in WW2...in saying that, he was a bachelor until 48; I was born the year he turn 51. Joe came from a different era and sometimes it was hard to understand his behaviour. I know war was a horrific experience for him. To glorify war is wrong …but to remember the fallen is respectful, and an honourable thing to do; and hopefully a reminder that we must work towards peace.
So I thought about my dad this morning while having my cuppa and though he didn’t talk about the war he spoke about the countries he visited while on leave during his time as a gunner. He told me I should visit France, Turkey and Greece. I was only told after his death that he had a lover while in Greece during the war and that somewhere out there I have a half sister.