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This Sunday is Remembrance Sunday, and all week we will be hairg the
heroic and courageous stories, in honour of the men and women who
have given their lives, both here and in past conflicts around the
world, this is remembrance - This Sunday is Remembrance Sunday,
the Kay - day we honour those who have given their lives for their
country. In the lead up to this National Service of Remembrance, we
hear the real stories of the people who march past the Cenotaph at
Whitehall. Coming up on today's programme, an
RAF firefighter battles the biggest blaze of his life. I can remember
stand standing in the middle of the stand storm, by myself, thinking I
have all my boys and girls here. Brothers, Ernie and Len remember
their adventures as merchant seamen. On the first day the last ships
were sunk. I get manhandled here in Afghanistan. Search through the
hair feeling for anything that shouldn't be there.
Not everyone remembers the Aden emergency, but for one soldier in
particular, it is a conflict he will never forget. In 1961, Brian
Bryson never expected to go to war, let alone return a hero. But aged
just 19 he decided to join the Royal Army Service Corps.
training could be fun, at times, other times it was very serious,
but you had to work hard, marching up and down, trying to be soldiers!
I chose driving rather than infantry. It wasn't just driving a
vehicle, you had to learn how to maintain it, how to strip parts
down, and you drove different vehicles, took your driving test
and that was you. You were then qualified.
In 19678, Brian's regiment was posted - 1967, Brian's regiment was
posted to Aden, known now as Yemen. I remember stepping off the plane
when we got to Aden, very hot, 8.00pm, it was dark. We knew it was
a hot place and in the Middle East, we knew what we were going in for.
The British Government declared that'den would become independent
by 1968. But as our troops began to withdraw, local unrest erupted
between rival factions, as they fought to gain control. You didn't
know the enemy, they didn't have a uniform, they could be down the
side of the road, you didn't know. Under this constant threat, Brian
still had a job to do, which was helping to build new roads, so
local people could transport their goods to market.
We worked with the royal engineers that were there, when they went out,
we would then supply the wagons, ten-en toers to go out with them -
ten tonneers, to go out with them, so when they were blasting through
the rock they would put it on the back of the wagons, we would take
it and dump it somewhere. That was basically what you done, you
finished about 2.00pm, happy days. At night, when the troops relax,
they weren't too bothered about the odd pot shot from the enemy. There
was one night when we were watching a warry film, there was all the
shooting going about, I said the shooting is getting a bit real now,
I said there was bullet holes in the screen. We carried on watching
the film. They were useless shots any way, most of the time. This
would dramatically change when a simple mission went wrong for one
of Brian's comrades. Travelling in convoy Brian and his
team were making their way across open desert. I was walking and I
was maybe 10, 15 yards away, next thing I heard was a big whomph, I
spun round and looked at the Land Rover which was lifted into the air.
The front wheel disappeared over the horizon, never saw that again.
It all went very, very quiet. only person in the vehicle was the
driver, Tony Fenemer, known simply as Brummie. I looked back at the
Land Rover and I thought, where's Brummie. So I don't know, I just
ran to the Land Rover. From the position that he should have been
sitting in, the force of the explosion had put him across the
front of the Land Rover seats. That's when I saw what his injuries
were. Brummie was unconscious, and his left arm was severely damaged.
As the first person on the scene, Brian did all he could to help him.
We carried a first aid kit, bandages, I gave him morphine as
well. You are saving a fellow human being and soldier. The medic came
over, and the two of them they got a stretcher, took him out of the
Land Rover, and then they just took him away. Brummie was airlifted to
hospital, where his arm had to be amputated. It would be great to
think that maybe I did help save his life in that instant. Just a
couple of weeks later, Brian was able to check up on his patient.
And I said what are you going to do, he said, he's going to drive
lorries. I said oh, he said he will have his golden arm, his golden
trigger and he will be driving lorries. That was what he was like.
Beginning of June 1967, that was the last time I ever saw him.
Brummie has still got that cheeky sense of humour, and 44 years on,
he's finally on his way to meet Brian, the man who helped save his
life. Whatever happened, that day, that
week, or two weeks before, has been shut away. Because I don't remember
even the build-up to it. Just that drive through, that is all I
remember. I need the gaps to be Did you get to drive that lorry?
Yes. If it wasn't for you, and what you
are going to tell me. Thank you for surviving. I was determined to
survive. Thank you. I wouldn't have changed it, you were one of mine,
it was a pleasure,s if great to see him again.
I think it is important that the younger generation realise what
Remembrance is all about. It is not just parading with Stards and
laying poppy wreaths, because every pop y... Represents blood, given by
the men and women of this country, in conflicts throughout the years,
we should never, ever forget that. One of the reasons our troops are
in Afghanistan, is to gradually allow the local communities take
responsibility for their own security. One of the ways they are
doing this, is by mentoring the Afghan police.
I'm on my way out of Camp Bastion, to a police headquarters, located
near a village called ping ping - Pinkalay, in Helmand Province.
Today an initiative is nearing completion, that has helped bring
greater security to the local people. This headquarters is the
hub of British army efforts in the area.
Captain Giles Walsh leads a dedicated team of British mentors
who live and work alongside the Afghan police.
Tell me what your role is here? aim of myself and my team is to
provide development to the police, so that when we eventually withdraw
in 2014, they will be able to stand on their own two legs and be self-
sufficient and survive themselves. Since you have been here, how have
you seen this area change for the better? A year ago, there was
fighting in the streets of Pinkalay, and now, the police can walk around,
unarmed, and they are very much central to the local community.
British military have been passing on their expertise to the Afghan
security forces since 2009. One of the most important, yet basic
lessons they teach, is how to conduct an effective search. A lot
of the bomb making equipment is moved in by local, hidden on their
person. We are improving the capability of the police to uncover
these component parts. These hidden components can be anything from a
length of wire, to a battery. Finding them before they can make
their way into a bomb can save lives.
I have been asked to help Lance Corporal James Alldread, and I may
have a little surprise up my sleeve. Just give you a quick demonstration
on how to search someone. Search through his hair, feel through his
scalp for anything you can feel there. Smooth down, not a pat down.
Every crease and fold just be meticulously searched. That is the
top half, now the bottom half, searching there. Obviously we found
something. What is that Just a bit of wire for farming I'm doing.
kind of farming? Sheep warming? Sheep farming with wire. The story
doesn't add up, we take that from him, that will go in plastic bag.
It's training exercises like these that will prepare the Afghan forces
for when the British leave in 2014. These newly trained policemen
operate from ten road side checkpoints. They are critical for
security, preventing the free movement of insurgent fighters and
suicide bombers. There is only one way of finding out what the
checkpoints are really like, that is by going to see them myself.
Which is exactly what I'm going to do now.
As soon as we leave the gates of the compound, which have - which we
have just done, basically anything can happen. For the troops who make
this journey every day, this may seem routine, for me it is deeply
unnerving. It is when you start going off
beyond the realms of the main service routes that it actually
starts to get a bit dicey. We're seen as the outsiders, that we are
always going to be targeted,en to extent. We have arrived at Check
Point Sapan, it is being built to protect the local village and
farming community. Getting out the back of that
vehicle was weird, it is a real sense of reality. It is a real
situation. Everyone here is aware of where they are. Hello. Nice to
meet you. Just the final snagging done today, and should be complete
in ten days. The men based here will search
suspect vehicles and individuals. This is one of many checkpoints
that the Afghan National Police are taking over throughout Helmand
Province. This checkpoint is like a fortress, it is a real statement,
one to the insurgents, to say stay away from us, and secondly, and
most importantly, it is to say to the local people that we are here
for you, and we are going to look out for you and keep you safe and
secure. Whilst we have made good progress,
there is still a significant way to go before they are ready to take
over by themselves. It is very fulfiling just seeing the police
are willing to actually improve themselves and are keen to develop.
Getting medical help to injured troops, in any war zone, is vital,
and it was no different during World War II, when a group of
courageous men and women were risking their lives to get help to
others. And one of these amazing women, was
88-year-old Lillian West, who like her comrades, had one priority.
make sure we would get them back to fight again for their country.
In 1944, RAF nurse Lillian volunteered to join the air
ambulance, which would send her straight into the heart of occupied
Europe. I mean I had never been abroad
before, I had never been out of Wales before. And then to go to
France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, well, well, a young girl of 19, who
was I going to see? A Frenchman? was an extraordinary step for this
ordinary girl from Wales. It is now or never! I have signed, I have to
go, that was it. Went in and got kitted out, got my trousers on, got
my flying jacket, and everything else what I had to do. Lillian and
the crew flew in unmarked Dakotas, flying to the frontline meant they
were always in danger. My, we were shot at, the Germans shot at us. It
was frightening, but there was nothing we could do. We were
thinking, oh my God, if they do a direct hit, what will happen to us
now. They try to fly as level as possible, because of the injured.
Because if you have a Stuka coming after you, you had to dive, and
that was it. With limited medical supplies, the nurses had to care
for the wounded as best they could. That was all we could do. We
escorted them from the battlefield, give them comfort, whatever was
needed, until they reached England. One orderly per plane, that was our
job. With thousands of injured troops needing the aid, the job was
often relentless. We flew night and day, there was nothing for it, you
see. You had to go from England in the morning, four hours, five hours,
to get to Germany, then get loaded and get back, it was eight to ten
hours. We had no parachute, no nothing, we were not allowed to
carry a parachute, because the plane if it went down we had to
stay with the patients. Lillian's first flight across the
channel would be her most memorable. When the pilot delivered unnerving
news. Hold tight, he said, we have a burst tyre, landing. Don't worry,
it's already he says he knows what he was doing, he z but he crash
landed. The plane landed in a French field, thankfully all the
crew were safe. He said, we can't take her back, we will have to wait
for replacements. Lillian was stranded for a week, when she
returned home, her family were surprised. My mother said, it's you
is it. I said, yes, why? She said we had a telegram to say you were
missing presumed dead in France. Oh, I said I'm alive, I said, it's all
right. I said I think I am! wasn't long before Lillian was back
on duty, and caring for critically injured men. Head injuries, chest
injuries, broken arms. Shrapnel through the bodies, you would never
believe what some of our boys went through. You would never believe it.
But Lillian and her comrades also added a personal touch. We used to
write for them, if they wanted a letter, you know, just would you
write a few lines for us, and get them posted or anything like that.
I used to think, if some poor mother's son, or some woman's
husband. You had to feel sorry for them, there is nothing else for it.
Just pray to God that I could get them back safe. This courageous
group became known as the Flying Nigtingales, the first air born
medal evacuation service - air bourne medical evacuation service.
We brought back 100,000 between us all. For Lillian, it is a job she
will always look back on with immense pride. It was a tough job.
But there you are. They were other people had tougher jobs. The boys
had tougher jobs with fighting, weren't they.
I was serving my king and country. If I was young again I would go
back and do the same thing again. Still to come, we join a school
outing, as they visit the hub of remembrance in Edinburgh.
It is important to remember all the people that sacrificed their lives
and still sacrifice their lives today. When a fire starts in the UK,
you pick up the phone and dial 999, out here, in a war zone, in the
middle of the desert, it is not so straight forward. For 34 years,
Steve Bowden has been a Royal Air Force firefighter. An RAF
firefighter is a special breed of individual. We do the same as
civilian firefighters, but the main focus is the rescue of air crew,
that is what we do 24/7. Formed after the Second World War in 1945,
RAF firefighters have been saving lives around the world.
And out in Afghanistan, they work closely with our American allies.
It is a case of helping each other out, because there is only them,
and there is only us, and that's it, there is no 99, nobody will come -
999, nobody will come screaming around the corner in a big red
lorry. In April 2010, Steve was based in Camp Bastion, when a call
came through that would test his nerve and skill to the limit.
particular evening I had my evening meal and was in the Internet cabin
making contact with home, when one of my firefighters came and said
you better come and have a look at this boss.
The fire had started in Camp Leatherneck, an American base,
located a couple of miles outside Camp Bastion. And this is actually
what Steve saw. The plume could be seen for two miles or more. When
you see that A smoke, you know, as they say, it's a goer.
It is a firefighters' worst nightmare, because you have no idea
what you are going in to. After summoning the team, Steve was the
first on the scene. There was an American colleague I touched base
with, who was starting to give information of what was in there.
Which went from dried goods, storage boxes, oxygen cylinders,
petrol, oil and lubricants in containers, and stuff stacked on
top of stuff. Not only is it that way but up as well. A strong wind
was developing quickly, turning the fire into an inferno.
The wind carried it on, and it was just setting fire to everything all
the way along the line. The harsh conditions, that time of year,
don't help because the sun, the climate, the wind, dries everything
out, fabrics, wood, it is all tinter box dry. Soofr an arriving,
they faced a main prob - soon after arriving, they faced a major
problem, the water supply ran out. It is not the best time in my life,
dealing with a fire and you have nothing to do. The danger was
mounting as the fire was raging out of control. By then people were
coming up and tapping me on theer saying, by the way, we have this in
there as well, and you might want to know there is fuel on there as
well, there is a little fuel farm here. All of this is going on while
you are standing there with no water.
Finally water arrived from nearby sources. But the danger to our
troops on the ground was becoming an alarming reality.
We had to make sure people were getting away for their own safety,
it was becoming blatantly obvious there was a lot of stuff in there
dangerous. Tyres going up and down in the air, as with the
firefighters, and the oxygen cylinders, exploding, going up in
the air. You have no idea where they are going to land, that is
frightening. Whilst the fuel out of the 45 gallon drums will have gone,
the 45 gallon drum weighs a lot, if that hits you on the no nogin you
know about it. 45 minutes later another catastrophy struck.
60knot duststorm came through the whole area. You couldn't see your
hand in front of your face. The wind then changed and some of the
accommodation, which our American colleagues were in, is tented
accommodation, that started to catch fire as well, people had to
be evacuated. Areas that weren't on fire, sort of got themselves
involved in the fire by mother nature. That wind, was taking all
the embers across Leatherneck and Bastion, it became too dangerous to
do anything, we withdrew, that was not an easy decision for any of us
to take. There is certainly a moment when I knew it was beating
us. You think, what now? What will they give me now, what's next. To
have no water, a sandstorm, limited resources, I mean, three of your
worst nightmares. But with the fire now covering the area of three
football pitches, Steve had even bigger concerns. I can remember
standing in the middle of the sandstorm, by myself, thinking I
don't know if I have all my boys and girls here.
We actually really got control of it, I guess, about 11.30, midnight.
It is still going like a good'un, it is raging, but we have it where
we want it. You just can't imagine You just couldn't imagine that 16
hours we were here fighting this fire. Against all odds, Steve, his
38 RAF firefighters and their American colleagues, tackled the
blaze without a single loss of life. The team work between, not only my
own firefighters, but the United States marine firefighters,
outstanding, we don't see it as them and us, it is us. That is what
enabled us to win that fight. Wherever you are in the world,
whatever nationality, a firefighter is a firefighter, I'm just one of
them. In the clear light of day, the
extent of the devastation was obvious. And the actions of Steve
and his team didn't go unnoticed by the general of the American marine
cops. We could have had catastrophic loss of life, because
of the way you fought that fire, we lost nobody. I can buy new things,
but I can't buy new people. There is no doubt the efforts of Steve
and his team - there is no doubt the efforts of Steve and his team
that night saved people. I have been a firefighter for 45 years,
that fire at Camp Leatherneck was the biggest, and it is the biggest
the fire force has fought in its history. On returning home Steve
was awarded the Queen's Gallantry Medal. I wear it with, not just for
those 38 people, but the fire service as a whole, past and
present. During the Second World War, it
wasn't just the Royal Navy patrolling the oceans, there was
another group of courageous seamen, without whom Britain would have
struggled to survive. Brothers Len and Ernie, grew up
around the Bristol docks, and it sparked a lifelong love of the
ocean. A friend went off to sea, and he
came back, and he had a lovely plastic belt, red, yellow and black,
he said he bought it in America, I wanted to get one of those, I threw
my job in and went on to the Norwegian ship, at 15, in 141.
Len decided to join the war effort, and signed up with the Norwegian
Merchant Navy, which, alongside ships from other nations, supplied
Britain with vital goods during the war. The Merchant Navy brought all
supplies of everything, fuel, gasoline, food, ammunition,
whatever was needed, was brought to this country by the Merchant Navy.
But for a boy who had never left home before, Len's first experience
at sea was hard. We settled early, so the family never saw me go. I
went to the lifeboat that evening, and cried my eyes out, I was home
sick, I felt sick and I had a hole in my sock. What was in front of us
I never knew, I never knew what the sea could be like, on the North
Atlantic, and all those huge seas. The biggest seas we had seen was on
the beach. Len soon found his sea legs and returned three months
later with a different look. I had a stetson hat, a big jacket, and
lumber Jack boots, I had. And 15 years of age, I must have looked
real stupid! It wasn't long before Ernie followed in his brother's
footsteps. The conditions were tough. Our first trip it was
horrendous ways, there was valleys and mountains. The ship would dive
down into the valley, stick in, and then go up on to the wave and down
we would go again. That went on for three weeks. My first job was an
officers' mess boy, I had to be up at 5.30am, and take coffee to the
bridge, and take the coffee down, and then I would have to help with
the breakfast, help with the galley, they were hard times, but we
survived. That is why Norwegian captains always ask for Bristol
boys, because we were tough and very efficient in what we done. We
didn't cause much trouble. Although they carried essential
cargo, Merchant Navy ships had little protection against the enemy.
We didn't realise what it was like at sea, people don't know, they
knew nothing about the Merchant Navy. We had naval ships, they were
there to protect us, they had the speed and the guns, we had one old
gun on the stern, from the First World War, and one gunner, I
suppose the merchant seamen were supposed to help with that. As they
sailed unprotected through the Atlantic, the convoys were subject
to the huge risk of attack from German u boats. You would have to
go through - U-boats. You would have to go through three or four
lines of U-boats, they were in an arc. That was all that worried
Churchill, in the battle for the Atlantic. One thing would bring
home the constant danger they faced every time they set sail. In 1942
we were sailing on our own through the Gulf of Mexico, because the
Americans wouldn't do escorts. a couple of weeks into their three-
month voyage, they were torpedoed. I went across the bridge, and I
bumped my head, back on the wheel, they stayed on the wheel. Ernie was
in the cabin down below. It was about 6.00am. 5.00am. Time dims
your memory. I remember a great big explosion, next thing I was thrown
out of my top bunk, and on my mate in the bottom bunk ofg was on top
of me, we had bleeding from the ears and nose. Order prevailed and
we took off with the submarine chasing us for one hour. As we are
getting close to the Mississippi Delta they gave up. Crossing the
waters was treacherous, on the up side, they were seeing the world.
Going into New York and seeing all the skyscrapers, we had never seen
those before, and walking through Manhatten, into times Syntagma
Sqare, and seeing the Camel Cigarette advert blowing out great
terrific. New Orleans, that was a good time. I remember getting a
great big piece of water mellon, five cents, I had never seen it
before, it was great. You had to sit on the long tables with this
water mellon round our ears, chewing away, beautiful.
And travelling around the globe meant the temptation to bring home
souvenirs was too great for Len. bought chairs back from Africa, a
monkey back, and carpets from india, all the stuff I used to buy. One I
am I had a whole tea chest full of food, and a Christmas cake from New
York. Granddad had some of the cake it was too rich for him, nearly
killed him. But like all merchant seamen, Len and Ernie were away for
months on end, coming home was always special for their mother.
She rushed down, and give us a cuddle. We didn't realise how much
she missed us, a mother's love is so much in that. Especially if your
two youngest sons and that. After we came back after being torpedos,
she said thank God, you are not going back again are you? We said,
yes, we are. Despite the crucial role the Merchant Navy played
during the war, its work was widely overlooked. We had the biggest
Merchant Navy at the beginning of the war, from the first day to the
last day, ships were sunk. I think the last ship was torpedoed about
10.45am. Over 2,000 merchant ships were lost, the Navy lost 200. Life
as a merchant seaman was rough. People did not appreciate it, we
just had one little badge, the officers had their uniform,
otherwise you were not known, they thought you were stragglers, sort
of thing, not doing your part. But we had some terrible experiences,
and lost a lot of friends, lots of friends. 30,000 merchant seamen
lost their lives, but without their contribution, Britain may never
have won the war. For Len and Ernie, their team as sea farers will
always have faegs time in their hearts. I Sir - a special time in
their hearts. I Sir come-and-a-half gailted the world, beautiful ship,
beautiful comrades. I enjoyed every day of it, even cold, wet, tired,
wonderful life. The poppy is the ultimate symbol of
remembrance, and there is a group of veterans who work throughout the
year to make their own personal contribution.
The Lady Haig Poppy Factory in Edinburgh was established in 1946,
and employed veterans of the British Armed Forces. Lady Haig
decided to set up the factory to provide Scottish poppies for
Scottish families. She started off with four men in a hut, by 1928 she
was employing over 100 men. factory's founder put her own
personal mark on what has become an iconic symbol of remembrance.
Because lady Hague designed the original pop - Lady Haig designed
the original poppies, her design was slightly different from down
south. We have tried to continue that design difference over the
generations. It is four-leafed rather than three, it is crimped
rather than smoothed, it is a brighter material and doesn't have
the green leaf the English one does. Uniquely the factory gives ex-
servicemen and women, some of whom are disabled, the chance to work.
It is incredibly important to offer employment to people that have worn
uniform for their country, and made sacrifices themselves, and have
struggled to find employment. has been part of the team for over
five years, and for him, the factory is much more than just a
place of work: I love the job, I love it, I know that every poppy I
make could be a pound. For the war heros and things like
that. Lots of the equipment we use is very old and quite basic, it is
deliberately quite old and basic, because we want to employ as many
ex-servicemen as we possibly could, we could automate processes, that
would mean getting rid of the people we employ, that is not what
we want to do. It is actually an old printing press, which I believe
is between 100 and 150 years old. Andy operates one of the oldest
machines in the factory, cutting hundreds of silk petals every day.
I think the best thing about working here is the camaraderie, it
is very much like a family. It is an excellent place to work. It is
almost like therapy. Colin operates the petal crimping machine, and has
worked at the factory for two years. Having served with the 3rd
Battalion The Rifles, he finds himself with a new set of comrades.
People sell you the service sense of humour is different, and a lot
of us here wouldn't be in open employment, working here gets you
out of the house, gets you working, brings home a wage, plus you have
good fun with the guys as well. Every wreath and every poppy we
make is made by hand. And every one is made with great care and a great
eye for quality. The factory is open all year round to ensure they
are able to meet the demands for the annual Scottish Poppy Appeal.
We make 5.1 million poppies a year, we make about 28,000-long stemmed
poppies. 10,000 wreaths a year. We also make the wooden crosses that
people plant in the Garden of Remembrance each year. The factory
opens its doors to visitors, which includes hundreds of schoolchildren.
The veterans enjoy sharing their war stories, as well as teaching
them the importance of the poppy. think it is really important that
the children come here to visit the factory for a number of reasons.
They need to learn a little about the horrors of the First World War,
and that history needs to be kept alive. Touring the factory and
meeting the veterans is a real eye- opener for the younger generation.
It is fun coming to the Poppy Factory, because we come down and
get to make loads of poppies. enjoyed making all those poppies,
and also meeting all the ex- servicemen. They have been selling
us some stories about why they are here and how things work and
everything, it is really interesting.
My favourite part about coming here is probably listening to the
stories and making poppies. It is important for the children to come
round, and can see men who have actually been in wars, like Ireland,
and Afghanistan, even, and you have got to keep rembering. It is
important to remember all the people that sacrificed their lives
and still sacrifice their lives today to help give us the free
country we have. I really did enjoy today, coming and learning about
what they have to do, and what really the poppy means to Scotland
and Britain. Remembrance means to me that eventhough people are still
fighting today, and people have died, that just to remember them,
because they have been fighting for the country and they are really
important. Poppy Scotland, the charity mind the Poppy Factory,
uses the funds raised to give money back to the Armed Forces community.
Poppy Scotland will help absolutely anybody who is a member of the
Armed Forces community. It could be somebody coming back from
Afghanistan, a World War II veteran, their family and one of their
dependants. We are making a difference to individuals who
otherwise would be left aside. Poppy Scotland is there to support
them whatever and whenever that need may be. Thanks to the
generosity of the public, 2010 was a record-breaking year for the
Scottish Poppy Appeal. This year we raised �2.34 million. It is the
first time we have raised over �2 million through the tins. That
allows us to improve somebody's quality of life. Every pound you
are putting into the poppy tin to buy a Scottish poppy, that poppy is
hand made in Scotland by a Scottish veteran. I'm incredibly proud of
being involved in the factory, it is a unique organisation, and we
are a real power for good in the sector in which we operate.
It is fantastic and happy place to work, it does terrific good work.
I really do enjoy it. I have never been so happy in a long time.
definitely like a family, there is no getting away from that. It is
lovely. I'm very, very proud of it, very proud. I hope it goes on
Gethin Jones is in Afghanistan to honour those that have fought there as well as reflecting on all the other servicemen and women who have taken part in past conflicts around the world.