204924 Sgt. Arthur Anthony "Tiny" Johnson British Army King's Royal Rifle Corps from:Streatham, London (d. 1st July 1915) My father was delayed from the D Day landings with Appendicitis and join his unit in France later. He travelled through France, then I believe into Germany ending up crossing the Rhine. There were many stories of the the troops finding food which the Germans had buried and hidden in their gardens. On the night of the victory my father was billeted in a house with some other men. They had placed a blanket over the door so that the door could remain open for ease of access. My father was standing outside the door when a very happy soldier celebrated by pushing open the blanket and firing off some rounds. One of which burnt my father's ear. That is what you call a close shave! He was as white as a sheet upon realising how close he had come to killing my father. My father was responsible for keeping all of the rolling stock rolling. He was never more happy than when he had his head under the bonnet. He drove Sir Anthony Eden when stationed in the UK.
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