I Know this is off Topic, but DJ Tony Blackburn has been a great supporter of our Armed Forces over the years, but now needs our support after the terrible treatment by the senior management at the BBC. where he has been sacked for to fare no reason what so ever. so we would like our followers to click the Link below which will take you to the support Tony Blackburn Page on Facebook. please give it a like and have a look round.
Mr Bond is the headlines again so thought we would look back at his Navy Record
Commander Bond’s Military Service Record
Commander James Bond CMG, RNVR has been serving Queen and Country for over seventy four years.
Back in 1941 Bond joined the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve as a lieutenant. By the time the Second World War had ended he’d risen through the ranks to become a commander.
A rank he’s managed to keep throughout his chequered career, largely in part because of reporting to and working directly under M, who had been an active admiral.
Much of Commander Bond’s career, and his ability to retain an ever-youthful vigour, remains however a mystery.
Working for the Intelligence Services he’s been spotted wearing both the wavy rank-striped uniform of the Royal Navy Reserve and the straight gold cuff stripes and epaulettes of the regular Royal Navy.
Between 1994 and 2005 he was spotted on film wearing what looked to be parachute wings – possibly of the Special Boat Squadron.
Certainly since 2005 it’s been strongly suggested he did indeed serve for a time in the secretive SBS.
The drinking, smoking,womanising Bond’s exact age remains classified although he’s well into his nineties. The Commander however shows no sign of slowing down or retiring on to what by now must be a very handsome pension.
We understand that he may seen around the Albert Hall in London on the 26th Oct but that is just speculation….
When I Joined the Army in 1939, I was sent for training in Carlisle.On one particular Sunday we didn’t have any marching or drill to do and there was a park near by, so being a Sunday me and my mate went for a stroll to the park. As we got near there were two girls and we got talking to them and one of them lived in London. I hit it off with her instantly and we laughed and joked. She was up there with her Mum and Dad on holiday in the Lakes we got on really well her name was Rita.We exchanged addresses and said ‘Bye’ to each other and I thought that was that and I would not see her again.
However when the War broke out I was sent to the town of Salisbury for more training.
As it was getting close to Christmas, most of the boys were going to go home for Christmas, but as a Geordie I wanted to go up north to my parents for New Year. So I thought to myself, if I go North then I’ll have to go via Kings Cross Station. I thought I’ll write to Rita to see if she remembers me. I sent the letter to Rita and told her who I was and if she remembered me that I was going home to Newcastle Upon Tyne for the New Year and if she would like meet me I would be at Kings Cross Station on Tuesday. On my trip up to London, I was thinking about Rita a lot and I didn’t know if she would be there – but to my surprise and happiness she was there waiting for me under the clock!
So off we went for some tea and we chatted and the time flew by too fast and it was time for me to catch my train to Newcastle we arranged to meet again on my return trip via Kings Cross and our love bloomed.
I was then transferred from Salisbury to High Wycombe and Rita would come over and see me every Sunday and we spent some lovely times together in the Chilterns.
Then the Order came through that we were going overseas to fight and Rita and I spent as much time as we could together and our love just grew for each other.
We didn’t get engaged because I thought well ‘I might get killed and not come back’ and that would be so hard for Rita.
The day I sailed from Liverpool she came to London to wave me off at the station and say ‘Good Bye’. That was in 1940. and I didn’t see Rita again for 5 years. Our love must have been so strong as she waited for me all those years.
When I did get home at the end of the War and came back to London we met and did a lot of catching up. We decided to get married. I proposed to her on VE Day!
We arranged our wedding in South Shields in St Michael’s Church – I married my Rita at Church where my mum and Dad married and we were happily together for 64 years till Rita passed away in 2009.
You know love forges great bonds and our love lives on today, I miss her every day. We spent lots of happy days in this house,our home our family home, where memories of Rita are always with me.I wish to stay in our home till my end.
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Walking with the Wounded and Haig Housing are working with the BBC’s DIY SOS: The Big Build on an epic project to renovate an entire road in Manchester – complete with specially adapted and bespoke homes – and a support Centre right on the street Below is a little Video of Today’s Start in Manchester
To help ex servicemen and women in Manchester.if you can help the team they are still looking for more trades people urgently for the big build if you can . Email email@example.com if you can help
The last surviving pilot from the Dambusters raids has died at the age of 96. Les Munro died on Tuesday morning in hospital in Tauranga in the Bay of Plenty in his native New Zealand.
His death means there are just two survivors from the 1943 bombing raids on Germany’s Ruhr dams: George “Johnny” Johnson, from the UK, who was a bomb-aimer; and Canadian front-gunner Fred Sutherland.
In a statement, the New Zealand Bomber Command Association announced the “extremely sad news”, saying: “Our New Zealand Bomber Command Association patron, and well known Dambuster pilot, Les Munro passed away last night following a spell in hospital with heart problems. So, so sad. He was a mighty man.”
Along with Leonard Chambers, who died in 1985, John Leslie Munro was one of two New Zealand members of the Dambusters crew. He joined the Royal New Zealand air force in 1941, qualifying as a pilot the following year.
On 16 May 1943, as part of 617 squadron, Munro piloted a Lancaster bomber in Operation Chastise, later immortalised as the Dambusters raids. Although Munro’s aircraft suffered flak damage and was forced to turn back before it could carry out its attack on the Sorpe dam, the raids were successful in devastating the Möhne and Edersee dams.
The effects of the so-called bouncing bombs caused catastrophic flooding in the Ruhr valley, destroying hydroelectric power stations and factories. More than 1,600 people on the ground are thought to have been killed.
Of the 133 crew members who took part in the raids, 53 were killed. Munro was among those who were awarded the Distinguished Service Order for his part in the attack.
New Zealand prime minister John Key led the tributes on Tuesday, calling Munro “a remarkable man who led a remarkable life”.
Air vice-marshal Mike Yardley, head of the New Zealand air force, also paid his respects:
Saddened to hear of the passing of SQNLDR Les Munro CNZM, DSO, QSO, DFC, JP. The last WW2 617 SQN Dam Buster.
After the war, Munro returned to New Zealand and later became mayor of Waitomo district, on the north island.
Earlier this year, Munro announced his intention to sell his war medals, hoping to raise £50,000 for the upkeep of the Bomber Command memorial, which commemorates the 55,573 men who died in the second world war bombing campaign. Lord Ashcroft, the Tory peer who endowed London’s Imperial War Museum with the world’s largest collection of Victoria Cross medals, donated £75,000 to the memorial to allow Munro instead to donate his gallantry awards to the Museum of Transport and Technology (Motat) in Auckland.
At a ceremony at Motat in April, Munro handed over his gallantry medals, flight logbooks and other wartime memorabilia. “I am comforted by the thought of my medals being situated in close proximity to the Lancaster at Motat as I flew all but one of my operations in these planes,” he said. “I appreciate very much indeed that they will have some relationship.”
Following news of Munro’s death, Motat signalled its sadness, calling him “a true gentleman and hero”.
On the 8th August ww2 Hero Robbie Clark will be 97 years old, the Oldest survivor of the Death March in 1945. and his battle is still on going with Brent Council. to get the correct funding for his 24hr Care that he needs. still is not a battle that he wanted to fight at his age, it noy a battle anyone should have to fight i the late years, but Robbie is not the only one out there fighting. and by highlighting this case we here at Honour our Forces wanted to say if you are or you know of anyone that has problems like this with a Council; we would love to here from you….
As we said it Robbie Birthday a week on Saturday 8th August and we have been asking if you would like to send Robbie a card or maybe Donate to support him or even both. if you would like to please email us on DM us on Twitter and we will send you the details of where to send the cards to0 the cut off date will be Friday this week. if you wish to Donate then please click the link below.
10 July 1940 – Official start of the battle of Britain
The battle began with the Kanalkampf, or Channel Battles phase, when the Germans launched sustained attacks against British shipping to prevent much-needed supplies from reaching the beleaguered British Isles. Such attacks had been taking place since late June but early July saw a marked increase in the frequency and ferocity.
The tenth of the month was the date later chosen by the RAF as the official start date for the battle proper and this day certainly saw the largest dogfight fought over the Channel up to that point. By sundown the RAF had lost seven planes against the Luftwaffe’s 13. This was an astonishing rate of success for the outnumbered British fighter pilots. German losses should have sent alarm bells ringing within the Luftwaffe high command but instead they chose to believe their own inaccurate intelligence reports that claimed 35 British ‘kills’. It was a portent of things to come.