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Edward J Kelso .     USAAF 96 Group 337 Squadron

I found my uncle Edward Kelso's photo on file as a POW at Stalag 17b about 18 months ago. Through his daughter I began the search for his discharge papers. I just got a copy of these and gave them to friend who has researched lost fliers. He found him last night with the 337th Squadron. As chance would have it he also had the 96th's Group Book.

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

On behalf of my first cousin Pamela Kelso Winkler, we would like to inquire if anyone has any information about the crew and who may still be living and where the plane crashed after being shot down.

Nick Schultz



Edward J Kelso .     USAAF 96 Group 337 Squadron

I found my uncle Edward Kelso's photo on file as a POW at Stalag 17b about 18 months ago. Through his daughter I began the search for his discharge papers. I just got a copy of these and gave them to friend who has researched lost fliers. He found him last night with the 337th Squadron. As chance would have it he also had the 96th's Group Book.

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

On behalf of my first cousin Pamela Kelso Winkler, we would like to inquire if anyone has any information about the crew and who may still be living and where the plane crashed after being shot down.

Nick Schultz



Flt.Sgt. Hubert Edward Kemball .     Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve (d.11th July 1942)

Hubert Kemball was a rear gunner and was killed in Egypt.

Priscilla Warden



Elsie Kemp .     Land Army   from Eastry)

My Grandma was a Land Army Girl, Based at Hammil, near Eastry in Kent. Her name was Elsie Gaunt, nee Kemp. I wondered if any one remembers her.

Emma Pellatt



Pte. Howard "Bill" Kemp .     British Army   from 7 Mount Pleasant, Llanaelhearn , Gwynedd, North Wales)

My father Howard Kemp, always known as Bill, joined the Army in London. That was his home and where he was born. He was stationed at RAF Llandwrog, now called Carnarfon Air world. He met and married my mother who is Welsh and she used to go down to the airfield dances they had there. My father was also in Egypt, North Africa, Burma, Korea and Italy. I would like to know if any one has any photographs of him or my mother. She was called Maggie Parry.

Bill Kemp



Gnr. John Reith "Jock" Kemp .     British Army 178th Medium Regiment Royal Artillery   from Glasgow)

22 June 1945 Rome

John Kemp was my Grandfather. He grew up in Glasgow and joined the Army there. He later moved to Derby, where he spent the majority of his life. His first deployment was in early 1942. He boarded a ship in Glasgow and had no idea where the regiment was headed. During the trip they were diverted to South Africa. He later found out he was bound for Singapore, but it fell before they arrived. He spent 1942 in Cape Town. He was a very fine violin player and I have a letter from the Cape Town Director of municipal arts, sent to John's superior, requesting that he be allowed to play with the orchestra whenever possible. I am currently unsure of his whereabouts in 1943. In 1944 and 1945 he fought in Italy, including at Anzio. I have several pictures of men in the regiment at Anzio bridgehead, standing in fox holes that they have dug.

I have the regiment's Christmas celebration pamphlet from 1944. Entertainment included singing, monologues, a violin solo from my Grandfather, and a Cinderalla Pantomime. Evidently a lot of effort went into the celebration. Other people mentioned in the photos are 'Mac' (short for MacDonald I think), Teddy Hunter, Pettifer, Hecky McIver and Dosvaldo Nelly. John Kemp died in 2012.


John Kemp.

In Rome, John Kemp on the left.

John Kemp performing Violin Solo possibly at Christmas show.

The NAAFI club in Solerno

1944 Teddy in middle, John Kemp, Mac bottom left.

Castel Luchich, Salerno 1944

Dosvaldo Nelly on Anzio Beachead, 1944.

Teddy Hunter at Anzio Bridge Head 1944.

Teddy Hunter and Geoff at Anzio 1944.

Hecky, 1945.

McDonald and Teddy Hunter

Teddy at leave camp May 1944.

Mac at Santa Maria Villiano April 1945

Lake Garda May 1945, VE Day Boys of RHQ 178th Medium Regiment RA.

Stuart



Pat Kemp .     Land Army

Pat Kemp driving the tractor during haymaking

When I got to the age of 18 I told my stepfather I wanted to join the WAAF but he said he didn't want me to so I mentioned joining The Women's Land Army and he agreed to that. I had to write to the Labour Officer to get permission to leave the garage. I had a reply which stated that I couldn't leave the garage because the manager would not release me. Every week I asked for my "cards" In the end they said it was only fair to let me go. I had to go to my doctor to see if I was fit enough. He didn't examine me he just said "Do you want to join up? I told him I did. He signed the paper I needed and off I went.

I enlisted in The Women's Land Army in 1943 just before my eighteenth birthday. The lady who was interviewing told me I couldn't wear my earrings I just glared at her (Typical 18 year old) and she quickly went on to tell me where I would be stationed which was a house at Totteridge which we were told belonged to Bassett's Liquorice Allsorts. When they were giving us our uniforms I told them I would not wear the corduroy breeches because they were baggy and hung down around the knees so they gave me a nice pair of olive green gabardine breeches. I was given a pair of boots like men's so I wouldn't be wearing those either. But I would wear the Wellingtons. The rest of the uniform was nice. We were given a Cream Shirt, Beige Socks, a Green Pullover and Tie, Tan Shoes and a Mid Brown Overcoat and Hat and of course the Boots which I never wore. We had to buy everything else and pay for our keep. The wages were so low that there was very little left. Lady Denham asked Winston Churchill to pay us more money_but he refused. We were called the Cinderellas of the forces.

After a few weeks we were sent from Totteridge to Oaklands Agriculture College at St, Albans Hertfordshire. We were told we would be there for four weeks but it was changed to five weeks because of a proposed visit by the Duchess of Gloucester. We were taught a lot about farming also how to groom a horse. I was given a chicken to hold one day and I could feel it's bones and it made me feel sick and dropped it. Another time I was told to help put some piglets on to a cart by lifting them up by the ear and tail and when I tried it squealed so loud I screamed and dropped that too. On the day of the Duchess visited there was a Ploughing Match. All the men were lined upon their tractors and I had to be the learner on a Caterpillar tractor. The time came for our departure. We climbed onto the lorry. It seemed that we had travelled for so long and getting further and further from London. I looked out the back of the lorry and said "We are in the wilds I don't think I want to stay here". Other girls looked out and moaned too. At last we arrived and when I saw Rowney Priory. I loved it. We were told it was once a Nunnery.

Rowney Priory

Rowney Priory, nr. Ware, Hertfordshire.


We had Bunk beds but later they were replaced with single iron framed beds. We also had a small wardrobe each. Among the girls with me at Rowney were, Mary Doyle (Mrs Mary Doidge of Buntingford,) Margaret Callaghan (the late Mrs Margaret Aylott of Buntingford , Eileen Parker ( Mrs Eileen Gordge of Oxford, May Robinson ( Mrs May Odegaard of USA), Joan Tiddeman ( Mrs Joan Nichols) of London) Peggy Knott (Mrs Peggy Bull of London.) Sandy Hensher (Mrs Rackstraw of Acton) Elsie Bell (Mrs Elsie Bartlett of High Cross) who was my best friend for 52 years. Sadly she died just before we moved to Buntingford. There were about fifty girls at Rowney Priory.

Land girls at rowney Priory

Pat Kemp (2nd from right on middle row) and friends, outside Rowney Priory.


Every night we were told by the forewoman which farm we were to go to next day. We had to get up early and get on the lorry and the forewoman would drive us and drop us off at various farms. She would also pick us up at the end of the day. In the Summer time we worked until 9 pm or 9.30 pm. Hay Making or Harvesting, so because all the girls were spread around the countryside it took a long time to pick them all up so it was quite late when we all got back to Rowney. It was a rush then to get to the bathrooms to get a bath if you were lucky. We were only alowed 4 Inches of water for a bath like everybody else. Then we would get something to eat and get to bed. At Harvest time we had to stand the sheaves up in groups of six to dry then we would load them on to the cart and then take them off the field where the girls would pass them to the men and they would build a stack. The dirtiest job was Threshing. It was such a dirty job we wore scarves around our heads and across our faces. The dust would get in our eyes and ears and up our noses. When we were on the thresher feeding the wheat into the drum after a while it would draw you towards it so we took it in turns. Although it was very hard work and long hours I liked Haymaking and Harvest time very much but I used to get so mad if I couldn't get a bath right away when we got back "home" I was working with some new girls and we decided to go to a village pub at lunch time but we had to go across a field to get there. In the field were some cattle and the girls asked me if they were bulls. I said they were and to get across the field they would have to climb over the fence and run for their lives. I watched them running like mad then I walked leisurely across and they realised I had lied to them. They were not bulls they were cows. They swore at me but later saw the funny side of it. One of them said "It will give my mum a laugh when I write and tell her about it".

One day I was going potato picking and when I got off the lorry I looked to see who was with me and I was shocked to see they were new girls. I felt very sorry for them as it was a very hard job to have on your first day. We had a strip each and we had to pick up all the potatoes before the digger came around again. After I had picked up all of mine I looked up to see the girls holding their backs in agony and I thought I would have to help them or their strips wouldn't be finished by the time the digger came around again and the farmer would be no doubt be angry. For the rest of the day I picked up the potatoes on my strip and then went and helped them to finish theirs. I was getting ready to go back to Rowney when the farmer came to me and said "I have been watching you and you have been working very hard" I grinned at him thinking to myself he must have been hiding somewhere because I hadn't seen him. He gave me some money which was very nice of him. He then asked me if I would work for him all the time. I said "Doing what" He said" Milking "And I laughed and told him I didn't want to milk cows and I didn't know how to. He said I will teach you, just give it a try. I said I would as I knew I could leave if I didn't like it. I got on alright, I got to like the lovely Friesian cows.

There was an Italian prisoner of war working at the farm. I cycled to and from the farm, it wasn't very far. It was winter so very dark in the evenings so the farmer told the Italian to cycle back to Rowney with me every night. The trouble was the Italian resented me working at the farm. He moaned at me saying I should not be working there as the job was for men not for women. This continued day after day and one day I yelled at him to stop it. The farmer appeared and said "That's right girl stand up for your self. The Italian was quiet for a while but we were cleaning out the cowshed one day when he started being nasty to me again. He went on and on and he was working just behind me and I got so angry I swung around and punched him in the mouth which began to bleed. He lifted his shovel to hit me, I was scared but I glared at him and said "You dare" He threw his shovel down and walked out. I thought I would have to cycle back to Rowney on my own that night but as I got to the gate the Italian shouted to me to wait for him. Then I began to think he might hit me or kill me in one of the dark lanes. It was pouring with rain so I rode as fast as I could. By the time we arrived we were soaked. I was "home" but he had to cycle back to the farm.

I had three small calves to look after and I was weaning them by getting a bucket of milk and putting my hand in it and then the calf would learn to drink by sucking my finger. I went on leave for two weeks and when I returned to the farm the farmer asked me if I was going to see to my calves. When I got to the shed I saw three big cows. I went back to them and with a look of disdain I said "Where are they then? The farmer was laughing and said to the Italian "I told you she would know they weren't her calves. He told me where they really were I just looked at the Italian with disgust.

At another farm I worked with Mary Doyle. The farmer was very good to us. At harvest time at 5 pm he would bring us tea and sandwiches and every week he would give us a tip. We were there a long time because he had more than one farm and we worked on all of them. I had to go ploughing with one of the men and the plough was to be drawn by a horse. It was a young horse which had not done any work before. I was told I would have to hold him back or he would tear away. It was very hard trying to hold him back as the horse was very strong. He was pulling so hard and his eyes were wild and bulging he was foaming at the mouth. I was so exhausted and relieved when the day was over. My hands were sore and my legs ached so much. Mary became a Ganger which meant if there were 4 girls or more going to Work at a farm she would have to go and work with them and be in charge.

We were hoeing on a farm there were German prisoners of war were hoeing on the other side of the field. It began raining and when it started pouring down hard we rain into the woods at the top of the field and so did the Germans but they ran to where we were. The girls wanted me to say the German words I knew which was only "Ich lebadich mien lielbing" Which someone had told me it me it meant "Kiss me my darling" I said no but they kept on to me so I said it and a German said "Yes please" He then took a book from his pocket and said "Come and sit here with me and I will teach you German" but I wouldn't. I was not going to make friends with any Germans. We should not have spoken to them at all as we had been told not to fraternizse. A long time after we could speak to them as we were working with them. We were threshing one day and there was a German and an Italian. I went to lift a bale of straw but the German stopped me and said "No don't lift anything. We will do it" I was pleased about that as the bales were very heavy.

There were a lot of Americans stationed in the area and we were often invited to the dances at their camps. The dances were held in a hanger and they would put some chalky stuff on the floor and so as we danced it flew all over the place. They would send a lorry for us and would bring us back. When it was time to leave the camp the lorry was stopped at the gate and the military guards would shine their torches and ask if there were any GI's on board and we everybody chorused "No" and when we were out of the gates the GI's would come out from under the seats. There was so much food at the camp and when the women came in form the village to take some of it the GI's would help them pack the food in their carrier bags.

There were some GI's in Hertford and we invited them to Rowney. On the day of the dance they telephoned to ask if someone could go to Hertford and show them the way to Rowney. The girls asked me to go but I said I would not go on my own so Joan Tiddiman said she would come with me. Joan sat with the driver in the Command Car and I sat with the officer in the back and there was a lorry full of GI's following. As we got to Ware crossing we were stopped by a Dewdrop (U.S Military Police) and he told the Officer that they were not allowed to have civilians in a Command Car. The officer told him we were not civilians but he didn't believe him so the officer told him he could ride along with us. The Dewdrop after much bickering let us go. A few weeks later the same Dewdrop came into Ware Drill Hall where the dances were held every Saturday night and asked me for a date. I went out with him for a while and he asked me to write a letter to his mother. I received a reply from her and she said her daughter would like to me to write to her too. That was too close for me. I didn't want to go out with him anymore. I went out with several Americans but I didn't want to get serious with anyone. About eight of us met some Americans and we went out with them most nights. We used to go to a pub named The Green Man at Dane End and we had many good times with them and they always got us back to Rowney by 10.30. They were waiting to go abroad but they didn't know when or where so when they didn't arrive on time one night we thought they had gone and we were very quiet and sad. We got our bikes out to go to the pub and just as we started off we heard the lorry, they had arrived. A few weeks later however they didn't arrive at all. That night there we were very sad and there were tears .We felt so sorry for them and scared fort them. It was D day. The American Military Police were called Dewdrops because their helmets were white.

When the war ended we all put on our uniforms and decided to go to London and celebrate with everybody else but we had to wait for permission. We went and stayed all night singing and dancing. It was such a relief it was great. We went back to Rowney and next day went to work as usual but with a more relaxed feeling.

I had a telephone call from head office asking me to go on a Forewoman's Course. I told them I didn't want to be a Forewoman. The woman talked me into it by telling me I would be paid more money and I would work in the mornings but there were lectures in the afternoon. There were six of us there and we had a great time. I must say though, at the lectures I used to nod off while being told about the rotation of crops and so forth. I went from there to Reed nr Royston. I had to tell the girls which farms they were going to and do the Time Sheets every week and keep everything in check. An elderly man was the lorry driver. I met a few nice chaps there and had some nice times but I didn't want anyone too serious. I had a telephone from Head Office asking me if I would go to a bigger house at Ayot St. Lawrence. I declined and I told them I wanted to go back to Rowney. They said "If you go back there you will be an ordinary land girl again" I told them I didn't care about that and I didn't want to be a Forewoman in the first place. To my delight they told me I could go back to Rowney. It was great to be back.

My eldest sister was married to an American and she wrote to me to tell me they would be home on leave and they had arranged for me to go back with them to the American Zone in Germany for a month but my leave was only for two weeks. I didn't think they would give me two weeks extra but then I was asked to be Forewoman at Rowney. I didn't want to but I said I would if I could have a month's leave. They said yes I could.

My sister, her husband, their little girl and I went across the channel on a cargo boat. They also had the car so we drove through France to Germany. It was very eerie as it was very quiet and dark as we drove all night and I was a bit scared in case we saw any ghosts of soldiers who had been killed in the fields we were passing in the countryside. The Americans had a club there and one day two of the German girls who worked at the club said they were going to Stuttgart and would I like to go with them. I was devastated by what I saw. It had been crushed to the ground. What I saw next shocked me. I saw two soldiers with only stubs left of their legs and they were on pieces of wood and were sort of rowing themselves along. I know our men suffered too but this was the first time I had seen anybody so damaged.

It was time for me to return to England and to Rowney Priory. As we got into the car to go to the station my sister told me all the soldiers in the American club would be on the steps there to wave me Goodbye. I laughed but she said "You wait and see." As we got near the club she told me to stand up with my head through the Sunroof so I did and there they were waving and shouting "Have a good journey Pat and give our love to little old London" My sister told me to get off the train at Paris and go to the bank in the station to get my money changed and then go to another station and get on another train. I got on the train and there were two American girls in the compartment also an English Officer in Tropical uniform. We were chatting and he told me he was going to Turkey. I told him my mother was Turkish. (My father had met my mother in Turkey in the first world war.) When we arrived in Paris he said "Come with me and he took me to the bank in the station and he spoke to them in French and then told me that they didn't change money there. He told me to wait there with the luggage (his and mine) and he would go and fetch his car. When he returned he took me to the other station and I waited in his car while he changed my money. When he came back he said "I have changed your money and booked you a seat on the train so let us go and have some breakfast" We sat outside the cafe and I ate the roll but I didn't know what the thing on the table that looked like one cup on top of another and I just kept on looking at it and feeling embarrassed. He realised I didn't know what to do so he did it for me. I felt so silly but I had never seen anything like it before. After a while he said it was time to go to the station. When we got there we stood on the station platform and I thanked him for all he had done for me and I didn't know what I would have done without him. He put his arms around me and kissed me. We said goodbye and I didn't know his name and nor he mine. I have never forgotten him. He was a gentleman.

I returned to Rowney and as I was to be a forewoman again I had to learn how to drive the lorry. I would have to take the girls to and from work every day. The time came when I thought I had better leave and get a job and somewhere to live as the houses would be closing and I didn't want to go home. Anything would do for a start. I worked in the Feathers Inn for a while. One of the girls boyfriend's was the son of the owner and told me to go there so that I would have somewhere to live too until something else came along. Later on I got a job as a Dental Nurse. I didn't know anything about Dentistry but the Dentist said he would teach me. After a while I was quite pleased when he told me I had learned everything in three months what it took girls two years to learn at the hospital. If I had to do in for an exam though I would never pass as I get too nervous. Once a week we had to go to a Farm where there were "First Offenders" and each time we arrived there they would whistle at me. I always had to wear my "Nurses Uniform" The headmaster would shout at them to help carry the implements that were needed and they scared me sometimes when they would rush to help me.

I had been in the Women's Land Army for 6 years. Although it was very hard work we had lots of laughs and I still have my arm bands also release certificate and the personal message from the Queen signed Elizabeth R. I also still have my Ration Book and Identity Card.

There are families living at Rowney now and I'm sure they must love it there as much as we did.

Pat Kemp



Pat Kemp .     Women's Land Army

It was very hard work and long hours in the Women's Land Army, but we had lots of laughs, no matter how tired we were at the end of the day.

Pat Kemp



T/5 William Webb Kemp .     United States Army   from USA)

My father, T/5 William Webb Kemp, was a POW in Stalag 4B. The only thing handed down from him about this place was that liberation was the day after FDR's death. Timely, too, as he nearly died of pneumonia and suffered frostbite problems for the rest of his life. I still have his POW dogtags.

Bill Kemp



Sgt. Victor Ronald "Taffy" Kenchington .     British Army. 2nd Btn. Band Royal Irish Fusiliers   from Chichester, Sussex)

I joined the Band of the Royal Irish Fusiliers on 12th April 1937 as a Band Boy, as there was no vacancies in any Welsh Regiment at that time. I hated working in the Pit, I played the Cornet.

The first Barracks I went to was Gaudaloupe in Borden, Hants, then onto Aldershot. We then Trooped the Colour in London, and sailed to Malta in January 1938. We had a trip to Palestine in late 1938 and back to Malta in 1939, where we did all sorts of work being infantry men during the War, filling in bomb holes on the Airfield, Takali was our Drome. Or, we may be unloading ships in Valetta, we had about 4000 air raids whilst we were there, having more bombs in a month than England had during the Blitz.

On the outbreak of War our Band was disbanded and we became Stretcher Bearers. Our food at sometimes was very small, and we had 15 Cigarettes a week during the Siege. We left Malta in June 1943, sailed to Egypt and went on double rations to get some of our weight back. We trained for a while doing L.C.A. Work, then moved to Syria and Lebanon more training.

Then a quick move to Leros in the Aegean in September on Destroyers as the Italians had packed in. We stayed on the Island until we were overwhelmed by large German Forces of sea and Air forces, and with no Aircraft to protect us the only planes being German, being bombed daily just like Malta. The Brigadier surrendered the Island so we were all made P.O.Ws.

I stayed for 36 hours and the chance came for me to leave along with 3 other soldiers, we found a decent boat with oars, left about 7 or 8 pm. We rowed for 22 hours and were able to get to Turkey and were interned. We were released by British Consul and taken to Bodrum and put aboard a Royal Navy Ship. Then after several days we sailed along the coast at night and got back to Palestine, then onto Egypt Transit Camp, total number of unit 27 only, these brought the name of the 2nd Royal Irish Fusiliers back to England in 1944 to be reformed as a unit again

Victor Kenchington



Cpl. Victor "Taffy" Kenchington .     British Army 2nd Btn. Royal Irish Fusiliers

I served all through WW2, as I joined the Royal Irish Fusiliers in 1937. I served in Malta from January 1938 until 1943. I have a lot of poems and stories of that period, but the story I want to tell is this:

I was a medical orderly and stretcher bearer in Leros, we were invaded by the German Brandeburgers and other units on the 12th of November 1943. One of my unit got injured and was left for 36 hours before we found him We were told where he was and I went out to pick him up with two other stretcher bearers. He was really badly injured, as he had been hit in the buttocks and legs, on seeing him, he kept asking 'could I please give him something to put him to sleep', all I could give him was 5 minims of morphine, I cut his clothes away, and the buttock wound was just a mass of maggots, he also had a compound fracture of his femur, I left the maggots and dressed his buttock wound with two shell dressings, put a dressing on his thigh, put him on the stretcher, tied a rifle sling on his ankle and to the handle of the stretcher. I gave him another shot of morphine, as we had a long walk back to the m.i.room, as we were behind enemy lines, and had to make a devious route back. We surrendered the island to the Germans to save lives, as we had no supplies, and everyone was made p.o.w.s. I was lucky as I was able to escape to Yatikavak in Turkey after rowing a boat 22 hours along with 3 others.

In 1946 when the war had finished I was stationed in Ballymena in Northern Ireland when a chap came to my room to say a chap wanted to see me at the guard room, on getting there this chap said "Hello Taffy", and burst out crying, he said his prayers were now answered, as he wanted to thank me for picking him up, but he had lost his leg. To me this was better than winning any medal, I was almost in tears myself.

Victor Kenchington



Dick Kendal .     Royal Canadian Air Force

Dick Kendal served with the Royal Canadian Air Force during WW2 and was a prisoner of war at Stalag 8b.




G. Kendal .    




Denzel "Jack" Kendall .     United States Army

My uncle Denzel Kendall landed on Omaha Beach. If anybody knows him let me know.

David Kendall



P/O G. H. Kendall .     Royal Canadian Air Force 97 Squadron




Cpl. Howard Kendall .     British Army 1st Btn. Royal East Kent Rgt (The Buffs) (d.13th April 1945)

My uncle, Howard Kendall, was killed in Italy on 13th April 1945. He is buried in Argenta Gap War Cemetery, III.F.8.

Keith Kendall



Richard Mare Kendall .     Auxiliary Unit North East Kent   from Faversham)

This is just a brief contact to let you know that my father was an early recruit to what became known as the Auxiliary Units. He had one of the little shield pins. My father was the owner of Davington Farm on the outskirts of Faversham in Kent. He was also a Whipper-in of the Tickham Hunt and as so knew the country very well. According to my mother my father was directley recruited by Peter Fleming who she says came to dinner at the farm with his brother Ian.

Timothy Kendall



John Kendrick .     British Army Royal Warwickshire Regiment   from Birmingham)

My Uncle John Kendrick was a prisoner of war at Stalag XXB. As far as we know he was captured at Dunkirk and spent the remainder of the war in the POW camp. He was in the Royal Warwickshires Regiment and their museum in Warwick (now called the Royal Regiment of Fusiliers museum) was very helpful in finding out information about where he was a POW and what his service (511823) and POW numbers (282) were. I would recommend them. I want to find out what battalion he was in and wonder if there is any quicker process than going via an army war records enquiry which I understand can take up to a year. I Would also love to know if anyone else has any information relating to him

Jacky Walters



Gnr. John W. Keningale .     British Army 2/28th HAA Royal Artillery   from Leyton)

Looking for any information on John Keningale (or Jack as he was known). My grandfather served in the 8th Army, Royal Artillery as a Gunner, although I'm finding it hard to come up with any info on his particular outfit due to conflicting information on his discharge papers. On one set of documents he is listed as belonging to the 28/2 HAA RA and on another he is docmented as belonging to the 16/2 RA. I know he served in Africa and I believe he was also in Italy, as that's where he met my grandmother. If anyone has any stories about him or knew him personally, I love to hear about them.

Benjamin Keningale



Pte Edward Kenna VC.     Second Australian Imperial Force 2/4th Australian Infantry Battalion   from Australia)

S. Flynn



George Kennard .    

My sister's late husband, George Kennard, was in Stalag VIIIB for about four years.

Robert Bearman



Flt.Sgt Leslie John Kennard .     Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve 40 Squadron   from Amersham On The Hill)

(d.15/16 May 1941)

My Grt Uncle Leslie Kennard (1919-1941) was Flt Sgt on Wellington Bomber R1167 of 40 Sqn. While on a re-con mission over Hannover, Germany the plane developed engine trouble (details unknown) and went down. Only one crew member survived, Percy Addison who spent the remainder of the war as a POW. Any information about the rest of the crew would be greatly appreciated.

Clare Trend



Sqd Ldr Hugh Kennard. .     Royal Air Force 121 Sqd.




Capt. D. C. Kennedy .     Merchant Navy

Sheila



Sub Lt. Duncan Cameron Kennedy .     Royal Naval Reserve HMS Prunella

Supplement to the London Gazette
4th October 1940. NEWSPAPER ARTICLE
HONOUR FOR TOWNSMAN

Mentioned in Despatches
Sub-Lieutenant Duncan Cameron Kennedy, R.N.R. , has been mentioned in despatches for "seamanship, bravery and good leadership", and his name appeared in the "London Gazette" of October 4. Sub-Lieut, Kennedy is the son of Mr and Mrs Sam, Kennedy, 19 South Street, He is aged 25 years, and before the war he was a first mate with the Lyle Shipping Company.He is a former pupil of Finnart School and was a popular member of the West-End Baths.
Sub-Lt, Kennedy had charge of one of the lifeboats after his ship had been attacked and sunk by a u-boat in the Atlantic.(He rescued 28 people.)The ship's boats were scattered by a fierce storm that was raging, but Mr Kennedy managed to keep course. After the occupants of his boat had been exposed to Atlantic weather for 3 days, they were sighted by a British flying-boat which gave their position to a steamer, The steamer (Cassamance) picked them up and landed them in a port in England. The survivors made him a presentation as a token of their gratitude for his bravery and efficiency in navigating the lifeboat.
A year or two before the war, Mr Kennedy was on a ship which rescued 32 Portuguese fisherman off the Azores during a storm. Duncan Cameron Kennedy was treated for frost bite after the 3 days at sea and it took it's toll on his health.

He did not want to drown at sea like his Grandfather, Duncan Cameron, who drowned at sea in 1886.

Captain Duncan Cameron Kennedy was born on 24/02/1916 in Greenock, Scotland. When Duncan was a first mate in the Merchant Navy he married Isabella Wallace Picken, an Engineer's Machinist. On 22//07/1942 at Orangefield Baptist Church Greenock, Scotland.

Read more about Duncan Cameron Kennedy




Jesse Edgar Kennedy .     USAAF 466th Bomb Group   from Texas, USA)

I'm helping a friend trace his dad, Jesse Edgar Kennedy (from Texas) who was at Attlebridge, Station 120 in the 466th Bomb Group in 1945, if you could help or offer any advice to get closer, please drop me a line.

Zena



Flt Sgt. John James O'Neil Kennedy .     Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve 77 Sqd.   from Oxford)

(d.16th Feb 1944)

John was a bomb aimer on Halifax Bomber LW341. The plane was shot down on a mission to Berlin which left RAF Elvington on 15th February 1944. It crashed into the Baltic Sea, and John's body was never found. One member of the crew was buried on the Danish Island of Keppel. John was a member of the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve and was just 20 when he died. He is commemerated at the Runnymede Memorial on Panel 219.

Paul Kennedy



L/Sgt. John James Kennedy .     British Army 68th Heavy A A Regt. Royal Artillery (d.30th Aug 1945)

My Grandfather, L/Sgt John James Kennedy, was in the 68th Heavy A A Royal Artillery Regt. He was killed 30th August 1945 andis buried in Mazargues Cemetary, which is just outside Marsailles, South of France. The story we were always told was that he had chartered a private flight home from France, to surprise his family, as he was travelling via ship, was taking too long. So together with a couple of others, they got a flight, which was then struck by lightening and all aboard died. I have been fortunate on a number of occasions to visit his grave which is kept to an excellent standard by the CWGC. Following recent visit and attempts to find out exactly where and what my grandad's regiment were doing, I keep hitting brick walls. I was wandering if anyone can help me fill in the gaps in regards to manouveres his regt were involved with. Was it that he was a prisoner of war? Any info would be greatly appreciated thanks.

Tony Doyle



Lt.. Joseph P. Kennedy .     United States Navy VPB-110

Lt Joseph P. Kennedy, Jr (older brother of the future president JFK) and Lt Wilford J. Willy each served in VPB-110 at Dunkeswell; their names are listed among the fallen of Fleet Air Wing Seven. They volunteered to serve in Special Attack Unit One (SAU-1) piloting PB4Y-1 drones loaded with high explosives for attacks against German V-weapons sites in France. They were lost during a mission in August 1944. Intending to bail out when their aircraft was under radio control, they were killed when their aircraft exploded prematurely. Each was awarded the Navy Cross posthumously.

I am a combat veteran of the Vietnam War, not WWII, but I am very familiar with the airfield at Dunkeswell, UK, dating to the three years I served at the U.S. Navy's European headquarters in London during the 1980s. I thought visitors to your site and those who have listed information would want to know that the citizens of Dunkeswell remember those who served at the airfield with Fleet Air Wing Seven.

In the nearby village church in Dunkeswell, a large brass plaque is mounted on an interior wall of listing the names of the 182 men of the Air Wing who lost their lives flying ASW and other missions from the Dunkeswell Airfield. A U.S. flag is displayed next to the memorial. The inscription above their names reads, "In Memory of These Officers and Men of the United States Navy Who Died for Their Country September 1943 to July 1945." Each summer, the pastor of the church invited a naval aviator assigned to the U.S. Navy staff in London to attend a memorial service for the fallen aviators. It was my honor to attend over three successive years. My wife and I became good friends with the pastor and his wife at the time, the Rev. Nick Walls. He has since retired, and the U.S. Navy relocated its European headquarters from London to the Mediterranean. I don't know if the memorial service continues.

Years later, while serving as the senior editor of the Navy League's Seapower magazine, I interviewed U.S. Senator Edward Kennedy. I told him about the memorial to the men of Fleet Air Wing Seven and the annual observance in the church. He showed me two framed shadow boxes hanging on the wall in his Senate office. One contained Joe Kennedy's Navy Wings of Gold and the gold buttons from his service dress blue uniform; the other shadow box contained JFK's dog tags dating to his wartime service in the Pacific theater as the skipper of PT-109. I would be pleased to share several photos of the chapel in Dunkeswell, the memorial, and scenes of the airfield as they appeared in the 1980s. A flying club was using the field at that time.

Gordon Peterson



Greaser M. Kennedy .     Naval Auxiliary Personnel HMS Forfar

M. Kennedy survived the sinking of HMS Forfar.





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