Rubber Bullets
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My uncle Norman died just over 61 years ago. Now, apparently, they have found his body.
My father, Norman's brother, was the youngest of 9 children, and was just too young to see active service in WWII. His older brothers were not so lucky and Norman enrolled in the RAF. After training he ended up in Bomber Command as a sergeant navigating Halifax bombers, each with a crew of 7. One night in March 1944 he took off on his last mission, a raid over Berlin. Until last year nothing more was know, he was officially 'missing in action'.
For years after his mother, and hi sisters clung to the belief that he may have been captured, maybe amnesiac, and would someday return. Perhaps they went to their graves wanting to still believe it. Sadly now, at almost 80 my father is the last one left, and the only sibling to know the true story.
Norman was shot down over what was to become East Berlin. Although the Berlin wall wasn't built until 1961 it was extremely difficult to search adequately and tens of thousands of servicemen's remains still lie unfound.
The fall of the wall did however open up opportunities, and although not by design but coincidence, the remains of the Halifax were found in 2004. It took a while to find and identify all teh crew, apparently at least 2 had got out of the stricken plane, but still didn't survive the crash. When they were sure the RAF, who has a section devoted to this sort of thing, got intouch with my dad.
The RAF has decided to have a full honours military funral in Berlin this September, and are paying to fly my parents out there for it. The same goes for all the other families where they could be traced. My father would have prefered not to have so much fuss made, but other families it seems are revelling a bit. One family member asked if the press would be there to take pictures as she arrived in Berlin .
All the family have left of Norman is a couple of photos, Avery blurry one of him with soem other aircrew and this one, taken when he was in training and is about 7" x 4" complete with frame:
Dad knows that I play around with PS a bit and asked if I could do anything with it. I have never really attempted this sort of thing before, but I had a go and this is the result:
It is my dad's birthday soon and I intend to get this printed a bit bigger than the original, the quality should allow a 10" print at least, and get it nicely framed.
I guess I have spent a few hours on this, with lots of trial and error, and it always causes a sense of meancholy. One last slightly bizarre twist is that this photo was taken whilst he was training, and as you may be able to pick out this was in Paignton, Devon. This is where I now live and have been working on the picture.
I hope that it is OK to post this here, I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to share this all with you, except to show off a bit of PS work that I am pretty pleased with. I am happy though that Norman's story is told to a few people more than would otherwise know it, I am strangely proud of him even though I never knew him.
One of the very few mentions of the whole thing to be found in the web is here
RB
My father, Norman's brother, was the youngest of 9 children, and was just too young to see active service in WWII. His older brothers were not so lucky and Norman enrolled in the RAF. After training he ended up in Bomber Command as a sergeant navigating Halifax bombers, each with a crew of 7. One night in March 1944 he took off on his last mission, a raid over Berlin. Until last year nothing more was know, he was officially 'missing in action'.
For years after his mother, and hi sisters clung to the belief that he may have been captured, maybe amnesiac, and would someday return. Perhaps they went to their graves wanting to still believe it. Sadly now, at almost 80 my father is the last one left, and the only sibling to know the true story.
Norman was shot down over what was to become East Berlin. Although the Berlin wall wasn't built until 1961 it was extremely difficult to search adequately and tens of thousands of servicemen's remains still lie unfound.
The fall of the wall did however open up opportunities, and although not by design but coincidence, the remains of the Halifax were found in 2004. It took a while to find and identify all teh crew, apparently at least 2 had got out of the stricken plane, but still didn't survive the crash. When they were sure the RAF, who has a section devoted to this sort of thing, got intouch with my dad.
The RAF has decided to have a full honours military funral in Berlin this September, and are paying to fly my parents out there for it. The same goes for all the other families where they could be traced. My father would have prefered not to have so much fuss made, but other families it seems are revelling a bit. One family member asked if the press would be there to take pictures as she arrived in Berlin .
All the family have left of Norman is a couple of photos, Avery blurry one of him with soem other aircrew and this one, taken when he was in training and is about 7" x 4" complete with frame:
Dad knows that I play around with PS a bit and asked if I could do anything with it. I have never really attempted this sort of thing before, but I had a go and this is the result:
It is my dad's birthday soon and I intend to get this printed a bit bigger than the original, the quality should allow a 10" print at least, and get it nicely framed.
I guess I have spent a few hours on this, with lots of trial and error, and it always causes a sense of meancholy. One last slightly bizarre twist is that this photo was taken whilst he was training, and as you may be able to pick out this was in Paignton, Devon. This is where I now live and have been working on the picture.
I hope that it is OK to post this here, I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to share this all with you, except to show off a bit of PS work that I am pretty pleased with. I am happy though that Norman's story is told to a few people more than would otherwise know it, I am strangely proud of him even though I never knew him.
One of the very few mentions of the whole thing to be found in the web is here
RB