The debt we owe to Forces

Many thanks for your award for the letter I sent to the Scarborough News.

I am in fact using the pen, to write to you today.

I am appalled at the council decision to make our veterans pay to parade through our town and being 74-years-old, unlike our councillors, I cannot praise our armed forces enough.

Mr biggest memory is of the Australian army’s arrival in both Oxford Street and James Street in their army trucks in great numbers. My mum and all the other mums made them tea and sandwiches despite food being rationed at this time.

The ANZACS, as they were called, included an English man, Bob Phillips, who prior to his joining the ANZACS worked as an engineer in the coal mines at Doncaster area, where he lived with his wife Vera and daughter Madge, who was the same age as me.

My mother told him to get his wife and child to come and stay with us, which they did until Bob and his mates left Scarborough to fight the Germans.

After the war Bob and his family came to stay with us during the summer months and Bob took me to the beach etc, and I loved him very much.

My own father, a chef, was also in Holland and Germany as the war progressed.

My father was the personal chef of the army general and other officers. He brought all my brothers and sisters and me, toys from bombed out German shops and factories when he came home.

At the end of the war, we all who lived in our town, went into the Noggy Banks (north side) to see the march past on the Marine Drive. A small truck was made into a tank (German type) with a model of Hitler with his personal salute. This tank, when it was in front of us, was blown to smithereens by some soldiers. To great admiration by us spectators.

I don’t think our councillors know how lucky they were, to be saved by our army, navy and air force. And of course a lot of them would not have been born at this time, and have no idea of the debt we all owe to our brave men and women, who did save us all, past and present, from Hitler’s mass execution of us had he won the war.

Bryan Rutter

Garfield Road

Scarborough