Dumpy
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A few years ago, I was invited to be a nurse escort for a group of D Day veterans on a nostalgic trip to Normandy. My orders were to keep an eye on them because they were no longer as young they were. Several were post coronary, all of them were on tablets and several had prosthetics.
Well! Firstly I was sick as rat all the way over on the ferry and the old boys were running with fresh sick bags and water for me. In the end they got a cabin and put me in it with one of them to keep an eye on. When we got ashore they were first in the bar and last out and didn’t go to bed until the wee small hours but they were first up next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. I on the other hand looked like I’d been dug up and hit with the shovel.
ON the tour of the war graves, sad as they were they made sure I had water because it was very hot, and checked that I had a sun hat. Lunchtime was a quiet affair until they started reminiscing then there was laughter, and a few tears. We then set off around the little seaside towns, they were welcomed with open arms. People still remembered the landings. Back to the hotel and a repeat performance that evening.
They found a chemist and got me some sea sick pills for the ferry journey back home the next day. They settled me in a cabin again, with someone watching over me and woke me up in time to disembark. When we got home, me feeling more dead than alive, bless them, they had a whip round for some flowers for me.
I have kept in touch since that memorable weekend Several of them have slipped their moorings from this world and most are too old to go back this year. But I will never forget them.
Well! Firstly I was sick as rat all the way over on the ferry and the old boys were running with fresh sick bags and water for me. In the end they got a cabin and put me in it with one of them to keep an eye on. When we got ashore they were first in the bar and last out and didn’t go to bed until the wee small hours but they were first up next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. I on the other hand looked like I’d been dug up and hit with the shovel.
ON the tour of the war graves, sad as they were they made sure I had water because it was very hot, and checked that I had a sun hat. Lunchtime was a quiet affair until they started reminiscing then there was laughter, and a few tears. We then set off around the little seaside towns, they were welcomed with open arms. People still remembered the landings. Back to the hotel and a repeat performance that evening.
They found a chemist and got me some sea sick pills for the ferry journey back home the next day. They settled me in a cabin again, with someone watching over me and woke me up in time to disembark. When we got home, me feeling more dead than alive, bless them, they had a whip round for some flowers for me.
I have kept in touch since that memorable weekend Several of them have slipped their moorings from this world and most are too old to go back this year. But I will never forget them.
