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Fireman John Sheldon Wesley "A" Clark .     National Fire Service   from 22 Hawthorn Cottages, South Hetton, County Durham)

Taken in 1942 behind the NFS garage in Front Street, South Hetton. It was later used by William Sinclair’s St Clare Coaches. My Dad is at front right and third from the left, is his friend, colleague and Church Warden Emeritus, George Stewart, he was a bricklayer down the mine.

Like most of the young men in the village, my Dad, Sheldon Clark, was a miner at South Hetton Colliery. Nevertheless, he joined the AFS and "did his bit" whilst continuing to do his duties underground; I believe he was at this time a "shot firer", which entailed driving "roadways" underground by means of drilling holes and packing them with explosives. He never told me details of any fires; South Hetton is a long way from Germany, Denmark and Norway and had only one target worth mentioning (the coal mine with its associated railway installations) and, with one exception, never attracted the attention of the Luftwaffe. There were, however, two incidents which he did mention.

The first occurred one night when the rig (which I believe was a van towing a trailer) was called out to the nearby village of Murton. There was (and still is) no direct road, so the van was driven at high speed in the blackout through the village of Easington Lane, where it turned off for Murton, which was to be reached via a notorious right-angle bend known as "Tattenham Corner". I believe the name has some significance to race goers. The night was dark, the illumination fron the van's lights was poor and the speed was excessive. Inevitably, at Tattenham Corner, the rig left the road. Fortunately, damage and injuries (apart from to their pride) were slight. What about the fire? Dad never said, but I assume it was attended to by a crew from one of the neighbouring towns.

The second incident did involve Dad personally. One night he was on his way home, whether from work or the decrepit shed where the fire rig was housed, I cannot recall. Dad was walking behind a couple of colleagues who were deep in conversation. He heard an aircraft approach and looked up to see a couple of parachutes heading his way. The two in front of him were completely oblivious; correctly surmising the 'chutes were attached to land mines rather than to Fallschirmjaeger, he jumped on the two unsuspecting lads, knocking them to the ground, and told them to keep still. The first projectile hit the railway embankment, causing some damage but the earthwork protected the three young men sheltering on the other side. The second fell further away, in some allotments behind a street of houses (Fallowfield Terrace, for those familiar with the area).

Expecting carnage amongst the chickens he knew to be kept there, Dad went to investigate the outcome. Surprisingly, however, despite the drogue effect of the parachute, the land mine had sunk deep into the boggy ground before going of, with the result that almost all of the explosive force had been directed harmlessly upwards and, like the humans involved, most of the chickens had got away with it (I'm tempted to say "by the skin of their teeth", but I'll try not to).

Sheldon Clark



Sgt. John "Tommy" Clark .     British Army Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers   from Coventry)

I am trying to locate some info on my late fathers time in Reme, his name was John Clark, known as Tommy. I do have some photos from Burma and India during this time

Keith Clark



Sgt Laurie Clark .     Royal Air Force 138 Sqd.

My father died in 1960, 3 weeks after my birth and would never talk about his wartime experiences to my mother. However, this is what I have gleaned over the years:

Towards the end of the war his Stirling was shot down over the Danish coast. There was an emergency landing and repairs were made but while they were taking off, and 50ft in the air, a bomb on the aircraft went off. A saboteur has planted it while the repairs were being done. My father was hurled through the perspex nose but landed in a mixture of sea and marsh, went through minefields, but survived. (At this time he may have been helping an injured American airforce person, perhaps of African descent. He may have killed an enemy soldier at this time, too, as my Mum said he had nightmares about this)

Through friendly contacts he made it to Copenhagen and was in sight of Sweden when he fell into the hands of the Gestapo. He received the "full treatment" and was sent to Stalag 7a at Moonsburg.

My mum would say that towards the end of the war he was part of a crew whose mission was to drop spies behind enemy lines and he talked about the Caterpillar Club.

My mother died 12 years ago and I now have children of my own and I am aware that there is so much about my father that I do not know.

Update:

The Stirling was LJ999, NF-Q they took of at 23:48 on the 4th of March 1945 from Tempsford on Operation TABLEJAM 241 and headed for Denmark. On the return journey at 150 feet, over Ringkobing Fjord an explosion sent the aircraft out of control to crash in shallow water.

The crew were:

  • F/O L.G.Steven
  • Sgt J.T.Breeze
  • F/O N.E.Tilly
  • F/S J.F.Kyle
  • F/S G.M.Maude RAAF
  • Sgt W.L.Clark
  • Sgt J.H.Bloomer
The crew all survived and were taken POW, 5 of then were confined in Hospital due injuries until the Liberation.

Laurel Clark



Cpl. Lesley Albert Clark .     United States Army




Margaret Clark .     Women's Land Army

My name is Margaret Clark and I served in the Land Army between 1945 and 1948, firstly on the Home Farm in Pembrokeshire run by John Bennion and then on the Old Moor Farm near Bothal in Northumberland run by Mr J Hine. I would very much like to hear from anyone who who also worked on these farms. I would also like to march on the Remembrance Day Parade and would be very grateful if I could get any advice as to how I would go about this.

Margaret Clark



Merl Clark .     US Navy

Merl Clark had a 20-year career in the US Navy and was a WWII Veteran where he received 13 battle star citations and 5 personal citations from the Navy. Six of those twenty years were served on the USS Boise CL47. The USS Boise was part of the Pacific fleet and during his tenure with the ship, Mr. Clark participated in The Battle of Cape Esperance (sunk 4 ships), the Battle of Guadalcanel, The Lone Tokoyo Raid; and the Battle of Leyte Gulf. Mr. Clark was aboard the US Boise during the Lingayen Gulf Landing (Philippines) with General McArthur aboard.

During his Navy career, Mr. Clark was the commanding officer of approximately eight different LCU, a recruiter, deep sea diver, and an instructor for boot camp. He received six letters of commendation for his service (one for citing the enemy during WWII as a gunner on the Boise and another for attaching a coaxial cable on the enemy’s submarine). He was also awarded “Outstanding Chief” of an LCU during his tenure. Overseas ports of call included: Sicily, Gibraltar, New Guinea, Portugal, Panama, most major Pacific Isles, Sidney Australia, Japan, New Zealand, Philippines, West Indies, Bombay India, Colombo Ceylon, Brunei Bay Borneo, Athens, Korea, Naples, Algiers, Plymouth and Cannes France to name a few.

He participated in two fleet campaigns and was in Torino the day that Sicily surrendered and took 700 commandos as prisoners. When he was not on an ocean campaign, he spent most of his Navy career in Navy bases located in Virginia and California.

Deb Mills



Flying Officer Peter "Butch" Clark .     Royal Air Force 418 Squadron   from Twickenham)

(d.18 July 1944)

from left to right: Brown, Lissen, Kerr, Clark of 418 Sqd.

Looking for information about F/O Peter Clark. He was a navigator with 418 Squadron, flying Mosquitos. On 18 July 1944 he and his pilot, Jim Kerr, RCAF, went missing. Clark´s body was later found washed ashore in southern Sweden and he is buried at Malmo Eastern Municipal cemetery in Sweden. I work at the Malmo City Archives and am writing about the 10 allied airmen who are buried here. Clark is one of them and the one it is most difficult to find any information about. If you know anything at all, please contact me. I know he was married a couple of months before he died; his wife´s maiden name was Betty Ring. She lived at 12 or 14 Princes Square, W.2. at least during 1944-1947. But then where did she go? Thanks in advance for any help.

Anette Sarnas



Cpl. R W Clark .     British Army Reconnaissance Corps

In my late mother's papers was a photograph of men taken at Stalag XXB main camp eastern district group. All men are in uniform. on the back of the postcard, addressed to my mother in pencil, is No 3677 Oflag 111 Germany and the name Cpl. RW Clark. Also the number 14610 and the name Clark is on the side. As my mother was brought up just outside Dundee in Angus I would imagine this chap came from there too. I would love to know more and as there are no family members left to ask I am relying on someone else solving this mystery.

My mother's name was Flora Linn and she lived at Greenford, Monikie by Dundee.

Norma Short



Reginald William "Nobby" Clark .     British Army 57 Field Regt. The Royal Corps of Signals   from Felpham, Sussex)

My Father, Reginald Clark, died last year aged 92. Both he and my mother wrote to each other continuously from when first met her at Margate when billeted in Birchington in (I think) 1941. Although I never did read the letters while they were both alive I have found pleasure in what they wrote about whilst they were apart for over 3 and a half years. Luckily I have most of them I believe, except for those which may have been lost in transit. The tales my father told about the various activities, and I by that I only mean personal ones, are mostly comical. Of course he could never reveal where he was but I do know he was in the desert to start with, then went to Sicily the on to Italy. I wonder if there is any way I could find out about the route my father's unit took?

Lynda Smith



Richard Henry "Nobby" Clark .     Merchant Navy   from Wallasey,Cheshire)

My father, Richard Henry Clark known as Nobby, never spoke of his time as a merchant seaman. It was my mother who told us he was shipwrecked in the first U-boat sinking after the declaration of war. He was a long time in the water and his hearing was damaged permanently but when he needed an operation he refused to have it in a Naval hospital and I don't think he received a dedicated pension.

I don't even know what his position was, deckhand, steward etc., but I do know he was the best at cleaning windows and mirrors and always brought mine up to his standards whenever he visited me after I had my own home. He lived until 1982, not in great health and not to a great age but long enough to enjoy his grandchildren.

P E Griffiths



Radioman Robert Clark .     USAAF 96 Group 337 Squadron (d.22nd June 194-)

On June 22nd on a mission to Huls, Germany, aircraft 42-5877 was shot down. The Pilot was Harold C Russell and Radioman Robert Clark is listed as KIA.

Nick Schultz



Radioman Robert Clark .     USAAF 96 Group 337 Squadron (d.22nd June 194-)

On June 22nd on a mission to Huls, Germany, aircraft 42-5877 was shot down. The Pilot was Harold C Russell and Radioman Robert Clark is listed as KIA.

Nick Schultz



Ron Clark .     Evacuee

In 1937 my family moved to the new estate being built by Costains at Elm Park. in the Borough of Hornchurch, Essex. I was 7 years of age. We had come from an area where railways were the only thing that mattered to a young boy, and to find myself in a house where no trains could be seen, and only heard if the wind was in the right direction, it seemed that life had completely lost its meaning!

Fortunately, salvation was at hand, as I soon discovered another interest which has been part of my life to this day. Our garden backed on to a small field, and beyond that, not 250 yards away, was a much larger field containing machines I had previously only seen in books – silver biplanes with colourful markings. I had discovered RAF Hornchurch, with its Gloster Gauntlets and Gladiators, and it was right on my doorstep!

I soon made some like minded friends, and we would spend hours by the perimeter fence, close by the main hangars, and watch the pilots in their immaculate white overalls climb on board, taxi and take off, sometimes right over our heads. My notebook soon filled up with the aircraft numbers, and we probably logged all the resident aircraft. Needless to say, there was much excitement when we spotted a visitor.

In 1939 I went to their Empire airday display. It was held just before my ninth birthday, and I went alone. Can you imagine that happening in current times? My one vivid recollection was my first sight of a Spitfire, two of them in fact. The first arrived flying parallel to and quite close to the crowd line. It was quite low, nose up with flaps and wheels down, and probably only a few knots above the stall. As it came to the centre of the crowd, with immaculate timing another Spitfire came in from the same direction but further out, and racing at a speed most of the crowd station personnel had never previously seen. The effect was electrifying.

When war came, I was evacuated to Swindon, where my interest in trains was rekindled, but as it was all quiet (raid wise) at home I was allowed to return in March 1940.

The airfield was now swarming with Spitfires, also some Blenheims and Defiants. Towards the end of May, we were awakened each morning literally at the crack of dawn when virtually the entire complement of Spitfires, three and sometimes four squadrons of them, would take off, not returning until the evening. They would spend the day at forward bases nearer the coast to help cover the evacuation from Dunkirk, but of course we did not know this at the time.

Eventually the raids started, and I spent many hours in the Anderson shelter with my mother. I recall at least one occasion after the siren had sounded that a Miles Magister would be calmly doing ‘circuits and bumps’. I have flown a few aircraft since, and watched numerous others, but I have never seen any aircraft side slipping as that Magister often did. After the aircraft returned from their sorties they would often do a ‘victory’ roll, either horizontally or vertically. In the film Battle of Britain a pilot is carpeted for this practice, but it was commonplace at Hornchurch, and good for the moral of the locals. Another boost would come each evening when the Station tannoy system would broadcast an upbeat assessment of the days activities. I remember asking my father what ‘fine fettle’ was on hearing that the boys on the Station were in it!

Things did begin to get quite scary, culminating in a bomb landing in the road outside our house. It could not have been a large one as the house was not demolished, but the damage was sufficient to make it uninhabitable, enforcing a move to stay with my grandparents in Barking, on the eastern fringes of London. As it turned out this was not such a good idea, as shortly thereafter the bombing of the airfields lessened, the day and night blitz on London started, and we had moved several miles nearer to it!

However, that is another story. While we were away, the house was requisitioned by the local authority, and we didn’t regain possession until 1948, the year I joined the RAF. The airfield had long since been abandoned by Fighter Command, and as I recall the only flying activity was provided by a few ATC gliders and their tugs.

Ron Clark



F/O Russell S Clark .     RCAF 408 Sqd.




Samuel William Clark .     Royal Navy HMS Eagle   from Southwark)

My grandad, Samuel Clark, joined the Navy in 1940. He trained at HMS Collingwood naval base and I have inherited a group photo taken at Collingwood. Whilst serving on HMS Eagle (an aircraft carrier ship) in the Med, the ship was torpedoed by the German U-73 submarine and sank within 6 minutes. Sam dived off and managed to stay afloat until rescued (there were two rescue boats - British escort destroyer HMS Laforey and the tug HMS Jaunty - and they managed to rescue over 900 men. 158 men were lost at sea.) Grandad was one of the lucky ones that day. He used to love to tell how he was stranded at sea with sharks swimming around him for several hours!

Leah Zotiades



L/Cpl. Sidney Clark .     British Army




Pte. Thomas Clark .     British Army 9th Btn. (Machine Gun) Y company Northumberland Fusiliers   from Coney Garth, Bothal, Morpeth)

(d.1st Aug 1943)

This is some information I found out about my grandfather's brother who joined up and went off to war. He was in the 9th Machine Gun Regiment in the Northumberland Fusiliers. He came from a small village called Coney Garth, Bothal, near town of Morpeth. I have found out a lot of information from relatives about my great uncle and this has increased my admiration of what he did. I have also read letters he wrote home during basic training and while serving overseas. Regrettably he died a POW after the fall of Singapore. I have also received a photo of his grave from the commonwealth war graves, which was a fantastic surprise. I was purely wanting to share my findings with yourselves and anyone else researching into military ancestors. For me the following was very relevant.

He trained in the UK, then was shipped to numerous areas until finally docking in Singapore, he saw action for weeks and was also injured while manning a Lewis Machine gun, from records I have found, he manned the gun until orders were given to fall back. When I found out he died a POW and under the conditions it was an emotional experience for me, even though I've never seen pictures of him as a man, (only as a child) I felt, by digging through and finding out what he went through, an emotional connection. I also lay a wreath every year at Bothal Village church (next to the War Memorial) in honour of his memory. He gave his life today for our tomorrow, and I can never imagine what he went through as a young man. He is buried ay Chungkai in Siam.

I have total admiration and feel proud of what he did during the war. Information i would love to find out is, when was he injured, where was e injured and what was happening at the time. Not sure if anyone can help point me in the right direction to get this kind of information, anything would be much appreciated

G Scott



S Clark. .     428 Sqd.




Alfred Henry "Curly " Clarke .     British Army Duke of Cornwalls Light Infantry   from London)

Alfred Clark was a Bren Gunner in the DCLI.

Roland Clarke



C Clarke .    




Charles Clarke .     Army

Whilst looking through some of my Grandmother's old letters I found a 10 page letter from my uncle Charles Clarke which he sent at the end of the war, when he was serving with the British Army in Germany, and on the small envelope she marked MY MASTERPIECE. I copied it out as I thought it was so well written although some of the grammar is not that good. Anyway I copied it out exactly as he had written it, and thought it very interesting. I attach a copy and hope it will be of interest to you, obviously the original is very fragile and on very thin paper.

Tuesday on board ship

Dear Mom

I am writing this on board while waiting for the other troops to arrive. I told you in my other letter that 24 of us had to do escort, well 500 POW coming on board shortly and they are being repatriated to Germany they are billeted below decks in the foremost part of the ship.

The ship is called the Empire Cutlass and it looks quite a good tub has been repainted. We have to do guards on the ship the 24 of us 2 hours on 6 hours off. We have officer’s bunks and cabins the other blokes on the draft have to sleep below decks and civvies. It is warm in here and is sat in a big armchair writing this. My bunk has a clean white pillow and its lovely and clean in here, polished red floor.

They have the wireless on the loud speakers are playing dance music. The officer said that we shant have any trouble with the jerries, but we have to keep them below decks and our blokes from mixing with them. When I go on guard I have to wear my life belt and carry a rifle and bayonet.

I do my first 2 hours as soon as they come above and while they are on boat drill. There shouldn’t be much to do as we are only on the water 24 hours. A boat has just pulled in from Cookshaven with British troops on leave. The sea looks calm enough and an old sailor says we should have a good voyage. We have three Sgts in the cabin, ten of us altogether.

Have been on top deck and had a look around. When you are in here you cannot imagine you are on a ship until you look up and see the porthole. Tell Tom I am on the starboard side, I know that because it says so on the notice. We are having the toilet change from officers to us we have civvies on board they are in with the troops. Our blokes can’t come on board until the P.O.W.’s are on, they are late already.

Had my dinner on board and it was a treat had prunes for pudding. We also get an extra meal and tea through the night on this guard. I am with 4 of the blokes from Farnborough. Shall write to Ken as soon as I get a chance perhaps tomorrow. Well the blokes coming from Germany are loaded with cases and stuff so I reckon there must have been a bit of swapping and changing going on. Shall be glad when we get under weigh now and get there, then I shall get a bit settled for 6 months I hope. I haven’t got my cigs out of my pack yet, as a bloke has lent me 20 until I can get to them.

Well I am about ready for my tea, but how long I shall keep it is according to the weather.

I have just done my guard duty we have the jerries aboard, they have them doing fire duty and boat drill right now. We have left England now. The boat is going smooth right now, hope it lasts. The jerries are right above our heads walking about. Roll on the time when I am coming back and instead of looking for Cookhaven I am looking for Hull.

They are giving orders to the Germans over the loudspeakers in German. I see we have a number of women aboard I wonder where they are too. Have just had my tea some of the blokes are serving up the grub in the galley so I had a good helping of peas and meat Bread butter and jam its pure white and it tastes a treat. Well I am going to have a lie down now and try to get some sleep, but I expect I shall be on guard again soon. I have been on this crate since 11 am this morning and we didn’t sail until 6pm. I will write some more to this as soon as I get a chance we have a lav for escort only with hot water and shower it was the officers but had a notice put up to say Escort only. Cheerio a bit.

Well here I am it is about 10.30 am on Wednesday morning and I am lying in my berth writing this. Did a guard this morning 3.30am till 5.30 on the deck and it was damned cold, you should have seen me with my balaclava on and life belt on. I came in and had a good sleep I am on again at 3.30pm we are supposed to arrive in Cookshaven about 6pm.

Have just had tea and biscuits and for supper last night we had a chop and potatoes and breakfast fish “haddock” potatoes bread butter and jam. I had a ration last night 20 cigs and one bar of chocolate a pkt of biscuits and a can of beer it came to 1/10 the lot all duty free you see. I had one of the Sgt ration an all but only had one lot of beer. Wonder how far we are inland when we get there. I was talking to one of the gerries and he told me he was shot down over Britain in 1942 so I wondered if he had bombed Brum. If I thought he did, I should have kept him below decks all the while I was on. Talk about old men some of them are grey and bald. They seem happy at going home anyway.

Well I think it is about time I had a wash and shave I have not been SICK up to yet but I am not going to speak to soon.

I have just had my dinner; we had beef, potatoes, cabbage and RICE PUDDING.

Wish I could send you some of this bread; its lovely the crust is crisp. They give you a little card when you come aboard mine has number 1 on it so I am first in the queue every time, so I get mine before it gets cold. We are having a very calm trip up to now. I think we shall be a bit late getting in. By the time I have finished this it will be about 10 pages and you will have sailed across the North Sea.

The sea is blue and I think the sun is going to shine and I hope this wind drops, it is, but it makes your face a little sore and your lips dry. Have just had some orange and it went down a treat. I shall post this as soon as I get in. Don’t throw this letter away I should like to keep it, as it is my first trip at sea. My feet where lovely and warm while I was I bed, you see I have a radiator right at my side. The prisoners are taking a stroll around the deck foremost of the ship they have been polishing their boots and getting spick and span for their return home. I bet someone is happy somewhere waiting for their return. They have come from all over the place some from the USA and some from Canada so they must have had quite a trip. They are just about to have their dinner and the German interpreter has been called to get them down, so I expect we shall be going out on duty again in a very few minutes. We may get some more cigs before we disembark I have just asked the Sgt if we have British stamps over here and he says we don’t have any stamps at all, so that’s one thing I will have to get. There are light ships all along the route with lights all over them to mark the route.

I am glad I had this job because you get better accommodation the other blokes are in 5 tier bunks they are only sack bagging stretched across a frame. They spend more time on the deck than they do in their beds. It has just been announced that we have high tea at 4 o clock.

Have arrived in Germany and am in a big building like a hotel, am moving out in the morning. Have changed my money and am about to have my supper. Was not seasick at all.

Well Mom this is all for now Cheerio All of the Best All my Love

Charles

Ps Will write again as soon as I can. Write Soon

Susan Coates



Pte. Firth Clarke .     British Army West Yorkshire Regiment   from Brighouse, Yorkshire)

Pte. Firth Clarke was captured early in the war and held prisoner through to the end. He was held in Stalag XXB. He rarely spoke of his time there, but on occasions told of stealing sugar hidden in a drum after a concert and getting German guards to help lift it as it was too heavy, of having shrapnel removed from his leg/ankle by German doctors, of walking home through Poland and refusing to remove his boots in case he was never able to get them back on. He was fond of boxing and gambling.

This second picture is of Firth at Stalag XXb (he did spend a short while in XXA before being moved to XXB)

Firth after the war (sadly he died in 1960) – he had had time to recover from the weight loss caused by walking home through Poland, so I guess the picture is about 1947/8?

If anyone recognises him, I would love to get in touch and find out more.

Steve Clarke



Sergeant H Clarke .     RAF 35 Squadron

My grandfather was a pilot in 35 Squadron: Robert Thomas Morris, born September 1912. He died as a 'tail-end-Charlie' on 1 August 1942. He was a RAF Volunteer Reserve from Eccleshall, and his grave in marked in Flushing, Netherlands. He was a member of the crew flying in Halifax II, W1100, TL-G of 35 Squadron at RAF Linton-on-Ouse.

They were on a raid to Dusseldorf and were hit by flak over the target but managed to get as far as Holland before crashing near Serooskerke (Zeeland), on Schouwen. Two of the crew, my grandfather and Sgt B S Braybrook RAAF, were killed and the rest were taken prisoner.

Does anyone have any information, and even a picture of him?

The full crew was

  • Sgt Bertram Stanley Braybrook RAAF 403470. KIA, age 22 (Vlissingen Northern Cemetery)
  • Sgt R.T. Morris, RAF VR 1230755. KIA, age 29 (Vlissingen Northern Cemetery)
  • P/O R. Casey was interned in Camps 8B/344/L3. POW No.25114 with
  • P/O C.C. Spencer, POW No.25120.
  • Sgt H. Clarke in Camps 8B/344, POW No.25118 with
  • Sgt W.A. Elliott, POW No.25116 and
  • Sgt C.A.C. Pithers, POW No.25117.

    Cat Turner



  • Sgt. Henry James Clarke .     Royal Air Force Navigator 10 Squadron   from Westminster, London)

    (d.15th Feb 1944)

    Harry was a navigator for bombing raids. He joined the RAF after lying about his age. He pretended to be 7 years older than he actually was. One day after he had finished all his missions he came across a friend of his who was ill and had to do a mission. He took on his friend's mission and it was on this mission that he was shot down and killed. He died at the age of 24.

    Alex Cope



    Henry William Clarke .     British Army Royal Army Medical Corps   from Harvest Road, Smethwick)

    My grandfather Henry Clarke was in the Royal Army Medical Corps. I know he signed up in Birmingham. I wondered if anyone had any information?

    Johanna Clarke



    Pte. John Clarke .     British Army Royal Horse Artillery   from Walsall)

    My dad Jack Clarke, was in the Royal Horse Artillery fighting rearguard near Dunkirk when he was captured and spent the next six years as a POW in Stalag 8. I would love to find out more about his time in the camp so I could understand more of what it was like for the POW's living through their ordeal but he was a proud man and would never talk about it.

    If there is anyone who could tell me more about his regiment and the camps I would be more than grateful.

    Gary Clarke



    P. Clarke .     Merchant Navy

    Vin Mullen



    F/Sgt. R. F. Clarke .     Royal Canadian Air Force w/op 419 Sqd.

    2nd from left K F McCallum, 3rd from left J H MacKay, 4th: A C Weston, 5th: John McKellar, with R F Clark, S A Musto and W H Murrell. Behind them is VR-W, KB-707.

    Mark McKellar



    P/O Robert Barclay Clarke .     Royal Air Force flight eng. 106 Sqd. (d.30th Aug 1944)




    Sgt T "Darkie" Clarke .     RAF 12sqd





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    Please use our Family History resources to find out more about your relatives. Then please send in a short article, with a photo if possible, so that they can be remembered on these pages.













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