Gethin Jones presents stories from people involved in past and present conflicts, including a poignant and moving diary kept by a young Royal Marine in Afghanistan.
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Hello, and welcome to Remembrance Week.
I'm in Afghanistan to see the selfless work
our incredible servicemen and women do here every day.
As Remembrance Sunday approaches,
we will also hear first-hand from those who went before them,
and share their extraordinary accounts
of friendship, courage and loss.
Coming up on today's programme:
the tragic story of a Royal Marine who kept a remarkable diary
of life on the front line in Afghanistan.
It's very much as if he's in the room with you.
You know, I can hear his voice, pretty much.
A young Second World War nurse describes
the discovery of the Belsen concentration camp
and her fight to save the lives of the survivors.
It was heartbreaking. Heartbreaking.
No-one could envisage that human beings
could be treated in such a way.
And a bomb disposal officer in the Falklands remembers
the terrifying moment when an unexploded bomb suddenly detonated.
I was drifting down this very long tunnel
with a very bright light at the end of it.
And I honestly thought I was dead.
Throughout history, war diaries have offered us a fascinating insight
into the reality of daily life on the front line.
And it's no different today.
John was a fun-loving youngster, which was great.
He used to play army, soldiers in the back garden
and over the woods, yeah.
John was two years younger than me,
but we were so close.
Kind of like living with your best mate
than living with your brother, really. Yeah, it was good.
It was at 13 that he started going to the Air Cadets.
Came up with the idea that he wanted to be a Royal Marine officer.
He was so focused then,
everything he did from that point on was with that as his aim.
John Thornton realised his boyhood dream of becoming a Royal Marine.
His proud family were there to watch his passing out parade.
Quite a tearful day, actually, cos all the commands, all about
"Royal Marines Young Officers do this, do that,"
and then the last command was "Royal Marine Officers, do your duty."
I mean... Yeah. Quite tearful now, actually, thinking about it.
Yeah, it was a brilliant occasion. It was good, it was brilliant, yeah.
Yeah. He'd reached his goal. Yeah. He'd done it.
Following a tour of duty in Iraq, John was posted to Afghanistan.
The night before they flew, I think, he rang,
and just said... Which he hadn't done before Iraq, which was strange,
but he phoned up and said, "I just wanted you to know that
"if something happens, I've written letters for the family.
"I've left them on my desk in my room."
"If anything happens, can you go and pick them up?"
That was...kind of really hit home to me then the kind of gravity
of the situation again, that there was that chance
that he may not come back.
John made the decision to keep a diary of life on the front line.
A remarkable record of his private thoughts and emotions.
His first entry describes writing those letters to his family.
He was telling us that he was going to be OK,
because he'd got a great bunch of guys, they were very experienced,
and he was going to be behind the big guns
sitting on the peaks at Kajaki Dam.
So we weren't to worry about it.
While he was out there, there was a lot of phone calls that, you know,
he'd tell me in detail what had happened,
whereas Mum and Dad got the parents' version of the story, I think.
Early in 2008, British troops
were the target of numerous improvised explosive devices.
One of John's colleagues was killed.
But in his diary, John was defiant.
John was into the last weeks of his tour of duty.
His family couldn't wait to see him again.
Counting down the days, and you start to plan things
for when he gets home.
I know Mum and Dad had even started buying, you know,
"welcome home" banners and all this kind of stuff.
This was to be John's last diary entry.
Two weeks before they were due to come back,
and we were in here just cooking some dinner
and the door bell rang, and you think, "Who's this?
"20 past eight on a Sunday night."
And I went to the front door, and opened the door.
And it was a Royal Marine and a padre.
And before they say anything, you just instinctively know.
It can be nothing else.
My head was just going, "Please say he's just badly injured,
"please say he's just badly injured."
"Sorry to have to tell you that your son, Lt John Thornton,
"was killed in Afghanistan in action earlier today."
On March 30, 2008, John Thornton was killed
when his vehicle struck a roadside IED.
He was 22 years old.
You kind of hear those words
and your whole world is just kind of shattered.
It was like a physical blow.
I can remember I sort of reeled back across the porch.
That was before they'd said anything.
Horrible day. Mmm.
Definitely was. Yeah.
For me it wasn't until the coffins came off the plane
that I really believed what had happened.
And then you think, well, yeah, actually, this is all real.
It is all happening.
You could almost touch the end of the tour. You knew how close he was.
He was going to be moving into my flat.
He'd had a shelf cleared in the cupboard and, you know,
there was a shelf in the fridge cleared for him,
all that kind of stuff.
It did make it...
all the more kind of unfair and cruel
that he was so close to the end.
I said to Mum and Dad that on his desk,
he'd just left, basically, letters to all of us
with a Bible on top,
and then his Iraq tour medal on top of that,
because he knew that that would be needed for the funeral.
To me, he said, "Live life for the both of us."
It doesn't make it any easier, but it is comforting.
I think things would have been more difficult without that.
John's personal possessions were collected together in Afghanistan
and returned to his family.
Amongst them was his diary.
He'd written it just as he talked.
It's very much as if he's in the room with you.
I can hear his voice, pretty much.
John's family set up a Young Achievers Foundation in his name.
And they decided to publish his diary
as a precious record of his service.
We discussed as a family
that we wanted to see John's words in print.
It was really important for us to do that. Er...
And so I started typing it up then, so that was when I read it,
as I typed it up. And it was very difficult.
I admired you for typing it up, I must admit.
I don't think I could have done that. I couldn't have let anyone else
type it up. It had got to be me. Yeah.
For me, it was quite a comfort as well to read his diary,
because I just got that sense of his enjoyment
and passion for his job.
John's older brother Ian is himself a serving soldier.
I wanted to do it for myself, but at the same time, obviously,
I did feel like I was to an extent following in his footsteps
and carrying on the work that he'd done, which was quite nice.
On Remembrance Day 2011,
Ian paid his respects to the brother he lost so early in life.
For me to be in Afghanistan on Remembrance Day,
obviously the place where John died, it was quite an emotional day.
You're not just paying respect
to everyone that's made the ultimate sacrifice before.
When it's your brother who's given his life out there as well,
it feels very much more, you know, a personal event.
Remembrance Day still is a very difficult time.
That said, in some ways,
it's a comfort to know that the nation remembers.
During World War II, over 850,000 British Empire servicemen
were deployed to Burma.
It was Britain's longest campaign of the war.
And for one airman, it was the location
of an extraordinary story of survival.
Two years after World War II began,
22-year-old Ray Jackson joined the RAF.
When I decided to become a pilot,
my parents were not very happy initially, particularly my mother.
Words of advice from my father, he shook my hand solemnly
and said, "Watch it, son."
In 34 Squadron,
Ray thought he'd be flying over the skies of Europe.
Having trained in South Africa,
we thought we were coming back to fly in the UK.
Out of the blue, we were being posted off to Burma.
In 1943, Ray joined the Burma campaign,
which started two years earlier
when Japan had invaded the British colony.
There was a bunch of about 20 pilots and everybody's name read out
and told where they were going.
They got down to the last three,
which was Burgess, Tibbetts and Jackson,
"You'll be delighted to know you're going to be posted
"to the airfield nearest the Japanese."
So I tried very hard to look macho and "let me get at 'em"
and thought "Just my bloody luck," you know.
Flying a single-seater aircraft, the Hurricane bomber,
Ray would support ground troops in Burma.
They were fighter bombers, they could carry two 250-pound bombs
and they had four cannons as well.
So they could do a pretty devastating job.
And we worked with the Army.
The Army would ring up and say
they would like a certain point on the map pinpointed, bombed.
After four successful missions,
Ray was given the orders for his fateful fifth mission.
We were doing a north-to-south run on quite a big village.
It was thought that the Japanese had a lot of stores in there
and that there were a lot of them there.
We'd just dropped our bombs
and suddenly there's an almighty bang on my port wing.
The engine was catching fire
and I could see the engine oil just flying out.
So there's no way you could possibly force-land an aircraft.
So I realised I'd have to bail out.
The nose dipped a little bit and as I fell out I banged my head.
I had my hand on the parachute cord,
but I don't remember pulling the ripcord at all.
But I remember sort of coming to and everything was blue.
And I thought I was dead and in heaven.
I looked up and saw the parachute and realised I wasn't in heaven at all,
there was a parachute there,
somehow it had opened and I was underneath it.
He'd survived the fall, but now he was in an area
occupied by the Japanese in the middle of the Burmese jungle.
There were several fires lit in different places.
The Japanese had fired some of the scrub to try and drive me out.
Desperate to escape, Ray ran deep into the deadly jungle.
A day or two later, I was trying to cross what I'd call a large river
and I lost my footing and was swept away into a big pool.
I'd got a machete, a '38 revolver, wearing boots
and what in effect was like a glorified boiler suit.
So how I managed to swim out of there, I do not know.
Evading the enemy, Ray had now been stranded for days without food.
Alone and worn down, his trek through the dense jungle soon began
to take its toll.
Eight or ten days through, I guess,
I did think very hard about shooting myself.
I was feeling so low, I almost couldn't feel anything, I suppose.
I had been thinking very hard about what to do with myself
and I...I had a sort of vision of my mother
and visions of people that I cared for, yes.
Then, after I'd had it, I decided to soldier on.
He was now determined to fight for his life.
Surviving on the little food he found in the jungle,
Ray was desperate for anything he could find to eat.
There was a stream running up the side of a hill
and I saw something that looked like a wizened potato.
And I decided to have a bite at it.
And almost instantly my lips swelled out
and I looked a horrible sight and felt dreadful.
I thought I was a goner.
I lay down by the side of the stream and I suddenly heard a scream.
I saw a lady there looking at me and she ran off back down the hill.
He'd been spotted by the Naga, a people indigenous to the area.
His luck had finally changed, and he was taken back to their village.
I was given a mirror by one of the small boys there
and I looked almost like Robinson Crusoe.
I had a great big black beard and then a big fat sort of ugly lip
and I looked a real villain.
I wouldn't have trusted myself one iota!
Ray was nursed back to health,
and in the week that followed, the Naga took him closer to safety,
each village giving him a warm welcome.
After three weeks in the jungle,
his fighting spirit was finally rewarded.
Late one evening, a Naga came in with a note.
There was a secret army called Force 136 that operated behind the lines.
The note read, "We know you are in the area, Jackson, we are sending
"a patrol to pick you up and here is some grub for the time being."
With the help of local agents,
Force 136 carried out secret operations.
Nearly a month after his crash, Ray was reunited with his squadron.
He sent a message home.
"Bailed out over Burma.
"Took three weeks walking out.
"Miraculous escape, safe and well, writing, love, Ray."
Ever since his ordeal,
Ray and others had wanted to repay the kindness of the Naga people,
who'd helped them during the war.
We decided to set up a trust.
What they are trying to do is to try and see,
ensure, that some goodness has actually come out of a war.
I wasn't a wealthy man, but I was lucky,
I came into an inheritance about the time.
And of the various suggestions made of what I could do to help the Nagas,
it was to fund a basketball court.
It gives me a lot of pleasure
to think of youngsters enjoying themselves.
Almost 70 years since Ray's near fatal
three weeks in the jungle,
he owes every day to the people who saved him.
I'm quite sure, if they had not found me and helped me,
I would not have lived beyond that time. I would have died.
I'm certain of it. So I owe the Nagas my life.
In 1982, nearly 28,000 British troops headed to the South Atlantic
to reclaim the Falkland Islands following the Argentine invasion.
Amongst them were two men who had the terrifying task
of defusing unexploded bombs dropped by the enemy.
I joined the Army in 1958 as an Army apprentice at the age of 15.
I suppose I had a natural sense of adventure
and it was that that led me to join the Army.
As I got further trained, then I became the bomb disposal officer.
The risks are high in bomb disposal, it's a dangerous job,
let's not beat about the bush.
But my family knew that it was what I was trained to do.
In April 1982, the Argentine invasion of the Falkland Islands
led to a bitter conflict.
Royal Engineer John Phillips volunteered to go
with colleague Jim Prescott as a two-man bomb disposal team.
Jim Prescott was a staff sergeant in the same squadron as me.
And it was because of his expertise
that he was selected to be my number two.
I know Jim was very nervous.
A few days after the Argentine invasion,
John and Jim set off for the Falklands.
Neither was expecting the scale of the challenge ahead.
We arrived in the Falklands on Friday 21 May.
A beautiful day, the sun was shining, a clear sky.
In preparation to retake the islands, the Royal Navy's warships
arrived at San Carlos Bay to secure the beachhead.
It was a couple of hours before we actually got attacked.
Ship's klaxons were sounding
which gave us a 25-minute warning of incoming aircraft.
And then they were upon us.
And it was unreal
because we'd not experienced this level of aggression before.
We really started to realise that we were in the thick of it now.
The Argentine pilots were very brave.
They came in so low that a lot of the bombs
didn't have sufficient arming time in their flight
before they hit the target.
Just one day after arriving,
they were called to their first job.
Their role would later be dramatised in a BBC film.
Faced with a 1,000lb bomb,
they began the terrifying task of deactivating it.
What we try to do in bomb disposal is to separate
the means of firing from the main charge.
Once you've done that, all you've got is a container of explosives,
which is easy to transport.
After two tense hours, John and Jim defused the bomb,
saving the ship and those on board.
The following day, the instruction was,
"You are required at HMS Antelope."
Attacked by Argentine aircraft, the Antelope had been left
badly damaged by two bombs, both of which had failed to detonate.
Exactly the same bomb, exactly the same situation,
only this time I could see that the pistol,
which was the means of firing the bomb at the back, was damaged.
As John and Jim began their task,
the crew were moved to the upper deck for their own safety.
It's a great responsibility.
But if you thought about the outcome of disaster,
then you wouldn't do it.
So you just get on with the job you are trained to do,
which was make that bomb safe.
John and Jim now began working on the bomb.
The damage caused on entering the ship
had made the bomb more difficult to defuse.
After three failed attempts, they tried a different technique.
We attempted to cut the pistol off remotely.
And when we did that, after a short delay,
there was an almighty explosion.
Jim and I was standing next to each other when the bomb exploded.
Next thing I know, I'm flying through the air.
But this was all in slow motion.
When I was flying through the air,
I was drifting down this very long tunnel,
with a very bright light at the end of it.
And there was a silhouette of my father at the end,
who'd died a few years before.
And I honestly thought I was dead.
I thought, well, I was so calm and relaxed, it was quite surreal,
and I thought to myself, "If this is death, it's not so bad."
I wasn't feeling any pain, I was just drifting through the air.
But then, a few seconds later, or milliseconds probably,
I hit the floor, which brought me round, back to reality.
The bomb had exploded without any warning, causing total devastation.
My left arm had been damaged.
So I had a good feel round to see if my legs had been broken or anything
and they hadn't, so I stood up.
And then I started looking for Staff Sergeant Jim Prescott.
By now, of course, there was a fierce fire on board ship,
there was smoke everywhere.
I was joined by one of the naval firefighting crew
who told me Jim was dead.
I put my hand on his shoulder and I followed him to the escape hatch.
The captain, quite sensibly, gave the order to abandon ship.
Forced to evacuate,
John and the crew left HMS Antelope to its fate.
I kept asking them to go back and get Jim out because, to me,
get his body out so he could get a decent burial,
but the naval tradition is, they stay on board.
Jim had been the only one killed in the explosion.
John sustained severe injuries, needing treatment straight away.
Next thing I know, I'm being woken up and there was a head
over my left shoulder, into my left ear,
saying, "We've had to take your arm off."
And I just nodded in acceptance.
Nearly a month after the explosion, John was reunited with his family.
But he couldn't forget the family that Jim had left behind.
She'd lost her husband.
Um...carrying out my orders, basically.
You know, I was the boss, Jim was doing what I suggested we do,
although we discussed it.
So there was a lot of guilt feeling there.
Survivor's guilt I think they call it.
When I wrote to his wife, it was very difficult, actually.
Because I had survived, and there I was with my wife,
happy families, and she'd lost her husband.
John will never forget his colleague and friend.
Remembrance Sunday, until 1982, was just a matter of getting in uniform,
polishing your shoes, going on parade
and respecting those in previous wars.
Now it's more personal. Now I remember people.
Every single veteran that walks past the Cenotaph this weekend
has their own memory of war, memories they live with every day.
Our remembrance silence is our tribute to them.
We have troops serving all over the world, not just here in Afghanistan.
The one thing they crave more than anything is a little bit
of normality from home.
So I've come to the place that provides it.
Welcome to the Total Ops Connection.
We're broadcasting all across the Forces' world from
our little fruit container here in Camp Bastion.
Very nice to have your company.
The forecast across Afghanistan, unsurprisingly, very hot today.
Here we are... Richard Hatch is one of the top presenters
on BFBS Radio and he is based in Bastion.
Rich, a pleasure to meet you out here in Afghanistan.
You are responsible
for the morale of our troops.
What kind of things do you do here?
The shows are all about the audience. That is essentially why we are here.
It's all about messages, military stories and a bit of banter.
We're here in Afghanistan, we're in the sun, living their life,
trying to make it fun, trying to make it entertaining.
If you're anywhere in the Forces' world,
you can get in touch on the BAT Phone,
which is the red phone, 6901.
Coming up in the show today, we will be linking up with
Chris Pearson at an airfield on the edge of Salisbury Plain.
It's a dangerous place to be.
Everyone's emotions are heightened more because they are here.
is having their own...tough time
being away from home, doing tough jobs.
The troops may be thousands of miles from the UK, but there are
still shops and cafes selling the kind of stuff we all buy back home.
The places that are always busy are the gyms.
These men and women really do like to work out.
Wing Commander Steve Dharamraj is the man whose job it is to keep
everyone happy in Camp Bastion.
I suppose welfare goes hand-in-hand with morale, which is
one of the most important things out here? Absolutely.
In the military, we call it the moral component of warfare.
If people are of good and high morale,
they'll perform their tasks better.
So all of the welfare, the gymnasiums, the communications,
the shops, all of that, go to contribute to keeping the men
and women focused and happy.
If they are focused and happy, then they perform much, much better,
especially in these austere operational environments
that we are operating in now.
The single most important job of the welfare team is making sure
our troops stay in touch with their loved ones.
Storybook Soldiers and now Storybook Wings is a great idea.
It gives mums and dads the chance to read to their children back home.
RAF Sergeant Steve Baird is recording his story today.
Tell me about your family.
My wife is called Catherine.
She is in the air force as well.
My son's four this year in November. He's called Bradley.
He has grown up an awful lot, even while I've been away.
It is really really hard.
I never realised how hard it would be being away from them both.
Seeing him smile and listening to him learn new words and come out
with sentences and think, "Where did he get that from?" It's just...
his growing-up process.
What book have you decided to read today?
I'm going to be reading something from Roald Dahl today.
It's part of the Revolting Rhymes book.
It's Goldilocks And The Three Bears.
He loves his reading at the moment, which is really good.
Hopefully he can read this story along with it.
Hello, man. It's Daddy.
I'm going to read you a sort of nursery rhyme.
Goldilocks And The Three Bears.
"This famous wicked little tale
"Should never have been put on sale
"It's a mystery to me
"Why loving parents cannot see
"That this is actually a book
"About a brazen little crook
"Had I the chance..."
"..The end." I hope you enjoyed it, my little man
and I'll be home very, very soon.
I love you both. Bye.
Once recorded, the CD is wrapped up and sent home to Mummy and Bradley,
with love from Daddy.
Bradley, look what we've got from Daddy!
"This storybook belongs to Bradley."
Shall we open it up? Yes. It's for me. For you!
'"Goldilocks And The Three Bears.
'"This famous wicked little tale
'"Should never have been put on sale
'"It's a mystery to me
'"Why loving parents cannot see
'"That this is actually a book
'"About a brazen little crook."'
It's lovely to hear Steve's voice on a CD and a nice story for Bradley.
'"The end." I hope you enjoyed it, my little man.
'I'll be home very, very soon. I love you both. Bye.'
In World War II, British nurses went wherever our Armed Forces were.
The phenomenal skill, composure and courage
of these great women should never be forgotten.
NEWSREEL: 'In every battle area are the hospitals.
'Here, with a quiet and steady devotion, the Army's nurses,
'sisters of Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service,
'they are to be found performing their duties of mercy.
'Their foundress, Florence Nightingale.'
I always wanted to be a nurse because it's caring for people.
We were brought up being taught about Florence Nightingale
and all those stories!
Now 100 years old,
Mada Clare remembers her days as a nurse in the Second World War.
Matron called the senior staff and said war was imminent
and she'd been asked to send four of her staff as volunteers
to join the Queen Alexandra's Nursing Service.
I didn't give it a second thought. I just volunteered.
And I had no idea what it meant at the time.
Mada was 25 when she volunteered.
The women of Queen Alexandra's Nursing Service
risked their lives, providing medical support to our troops.
My parents were rather, well, shocked. I was so worried.
They said, "What have you done?" "I've joined the Army.
"They are wanting volunteers." And that was it.
The very next day, war was declared.
Mada left civilian nursing,
travelling to what she thought would be her new hospital.
We were to report to a military hospital
but when we got to Preston, in the North,
we found it was not a hospital.
We were given a list of camping equipment.
We were issued with a tin hat and we were each given three army blankets.
And we realised then that we were not staying in England.
It was time to face the reality of war.
In the opening months of the conflict, Mada was among
more than 1,000 nurses sent to France to treat our troops.
Very challenging, it was so different from civilian nursing.
The conditions, everything.
We would arrive and there would be a reception tent where
the very sick people were brought in straight from the battlefield.
There were some very stressful cases.
Very horrific, really.
Mada followed the troops from Dunkirk to the deserts of Egypt.
She assisted in operations
and treated casualties from the front line.
As the fighting went on, we followed.
We were on the road in a mobile unit following the troops.
After five years in the midst of war,
Mada was about to take on her biggest challenge.
NEWSREEL: 'The naval bombardment opened up.
'It was like a convulsion of nature.'
Treating the casualties of the Normandy invasion.
D-Day was the largest sea and land invasion in history.
Over 156,000 Allies landed in Normandy to fight the Nazis.
It was the first time I'd experienced anything,
shall I say warlike?
One really felt, you know, we were in the midst of it.
NEWSREEL: 'Casualties in the first hour were heavy.'
Medical teams faced their own battle -
treating and keeping alive thousands of casualties
in the weeks that followed.
It was rather, I say, frightening.
We had to do emergencies before they could get
even the camp big lamps up.
I remember the first time there were four people needing amputations.
We had to do a very quick emergency.
Despite witnessing the trauma of war,
nothing had prepared her for what was to come.
We moved on right through France, Belgium, Holland,
all the way through.
Nursing the troops as they advanced through Europe,
Mada arrived in what seemed like a typical town in northern Germany.
We went into Zell.
We took over a hospital, which had been run by the nuns.
And that's when Belsen was discovered.
On 15th April 1945,
British forces liberated survivors of Belsen concentration camp.
Set up by the Nazis, the camp was used in their systematic
campaign of persecution and genocide.
As the British walked through the gates,
the horrors inside were fully exposed.
Some of our medical officers had gone to Belsen
and they were in tears. We wondered what had happened.
They said, well, something dreadful had been discovered
and they couldn't tell us.
The things in this camp are beyond describing.
When you actually see them for yourself,
you know what you are fighting for here.
The first pictures of Belsen were developed in our X-ray department
and that was the biggest shock of all, I think.
This morning, we buried over 5,000 bodies. We don't know who they are.
Behind me you can see a pit, which will contain another 5,000.
No-one could envisage
that human beings could be treated in such a way.
It was heartbreaking, heartbreaking.
They were not war casualties, it was just human beings just...
Around 50,000 survivors were found in Belsen.
More than 13,000 later died,
too weak to recover from this systematic abuse.
Along with the medical teams, Mada faced an overwhelming task.
I was in charge of a hut about over 20.
We were assembled and said that we were going to nurse them,
had to nurse them.
They said the average weight would be five stone.
They'd been starved and we were having to feed them
on pre-digested food.
You just had to try and feed them
a little at a time just to keep them alive.
I don't think anyone in the medical profession encountered
anything like it.
I think it was the most terrifying situation I'd ever been in,
in my nursing.
Survivors of Belsen were nursed back to health
with thanks to the devotion of nurses like Mada
I think you felt privileged to think that we were there to help them.
They were so grateful, they would be shouting, "English sister,
"so pleased to see an English sister. English sister." Yes.
The sights of war have stayed with Mada throughout her long life.
But with remembrance also comes the chance to reflect on the good
amongst all those who served.
To see that procession of the veterans marching,
it really is very touching.
The elderly people in that procession, it just sort of
reflects what it was like in wartime, the comradeship, you know.
It's still there. They are all together.
On tomorrow's programme...
In World War II,
gunners in Bomber Command knew every day could be their last.
One man beat the odds to tell his tale.
I got the name of being lucky, a bit of a lucky character to fly with.
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Gethin Jones joins the troops in Afghanistan for a week of programmes commemorating the sacrifices made by our servicemen and women in conflicts now and then. The stories include a poignant and moving diary kept by a young Royal Marine in Afghanistan; the extraordinary tale of survival of an airman shot down over Burma in WW2; and a British nurse describes the horrendous discovery of the Belsen Concentration Camp.