A story from George.

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postman

Squire
Location
,Leeds
George told me a story of a time in his life.It was winter 1947 Hunslet Leeds.George was out walking chewing spanish.He came across a 'gang' of german prisoners of war,clearing snow off the roads and pavements.One German asked George if he had a cig,he called out to George kinder kinder,cigarette.George showed him the spanish he was chewing.When George got home he told his dad.His dad gave George ten Woodbines he went back asked the gusard if he could give them the cigs,later that week his dad gave George another pack of Woodbines and George went again.This time one German gave George three medals,i saw them last night i photographed them sadly the file will not download to CC from my phone.I will take my Firetablet and photo them and show you.they are amazing swatikas u boats hand grenade and a bayonet plus the Nazi emblem,what a piece of history i held in my hands last night.Plus this story was covered in the Yorkshire Post newspaper.
 

yello

back and brave
Location
France
Sorry, chewing "spanish"?? I presume it's a chewing tobacco or somesuch.
 

gbb

Squire
Location
Peterborough
So many old interesting stories are being lost as that generation are falling away.
My late mum, born 1930, told.me they had a POW camp somewhere near Boulmer or Alnwick and she remembered Germans doing jobs around the area. If they were trusted, they'd be allowed to stay with a family during the day to help out. She remembered one German particually who did just that at their house.
 

Dogtrousers

Lefty tighty. Get it righty.
.His dad gave George ten Woodbines
Here's a story from my dad from about the same era and about the same age.

He was sent on an errand by someone to get some cigs from the shop, and they played a bit of a joke on him: "Get 10 wild woodbines, the wildest they've got". Accordingly he asked for exactly that: "10 wild woodbines please, the wildest you've got". The shopkeeper gave them to him with the warning "Mind they don't bite yer".

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ActionMan76

Regular
Thats why you shuold talk to yer Grandparents, then the stories last forever..... BTW we still called chewable root sweets Spanish in the 70's .... infact I still use it
 

Drago

Legendary Member
An old boy I know was in the Malayan Scouts, which became the reincarnated SAS. Probably best I dont relay some of his tales until after hes gone!
 
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