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My father rarely spoke about his National Service during the Suez Crisis of 1956/7. The little he did share came out in fragments – a dry joke over Sunday lunch, a half-finished anecdote on a long drive, a passing mention of “some business with wires in the desert.” Yet behind those small glimpses, I always sensed a much larger story.
Before he died, we agreed that we would one day write and publish his memoirs together. His passing meant that the book we planned could never be completed in the way we imagined. But the promise remained, and this book is my attempt to honour it.
These stories are very loosely based on the scraps of memory he left me – embellished, imagined, and reconstructed with affection rather than accuracy. They are not a historical record, but a tribute to a quiet man who served without fanfare, found humour in hardship, and carried his experiences with a gentleness that shaped all our lives.
If you pick up this book, I hope you enjoy the tale of the reluctant recruit who became a reluctant hero. More than that, I hope you meet the man I knew – not through facts, but through spirit.
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