November 8th, 2015


Remembering today …

Someone I never knew but should have done.

Frank Aldridge. He’s the little boy in the back row, wearing a striped blazer. My husband’s uncle. He was shot down and killed flying over the Netherlands. I have many heartbreaking letters exchanged between his parents and kind Dutch people. Frank must have been still at grammar school in 1939, then joined the RAF as soon as he could. He was nineteen when he died.