12/11/2023
Please indulge Thumper’s human Daddy with this post as today he will return to his birthplace of Market Weighton, some 15 miles away, for the annual Remembrance Day service. When the names of the war dead are read out there will undoubtedly be a lump in his throat & a tear in his eye when the name of his uncle is read out. Reginald Jackson was that genuine mix of both academic & sportsman, excelling at both with equal skill & ability. At school he was Head Boy, a regular winner at the annual Speech Day, rewarded for his academic achievements, as well as Captain of the First XV rugby & First XI cricket teams. He was also a Captain in the school Army Cadet Force. He won two scholarships to read modern languages (he was also fluent in Latin & Ancient Greek) at St. John’s College, Cambridge University, where he was also awarded a “Blue”, a cap for representing the University at sport. At the end of his first year he voluntarily enlisted in the army. He joined the York & Lancaster regiment & fought as one of Monty’s Desert Rats at Tobruk & El Alamein. Strangely, in the middle of the African desert he met his sister’s then fiance (& later husband) - the Daddy’s Daddy! - even though he was serving in the R.A.F. Later attached to the Green Howards & promoted in the field to Acting Captain he was on the first landing craft into Sicily where he was killed by mortar fire on Primosole Bridge near Catania.
Named after his Uncle, the Daddy’s full name is Reginald Jackson Anderson & for many years he found it hard, feeling he had to live up to almost impossible standards of success although, as the saying goes, with age comes wisdom & in later years he has come to understand & proudly appreciate the sacrifice not just of a generation but of an individual who was “just doing his bit for a better world”.
We leave you with the words of the Kohima Epitaph: “When you go home, Tell them of us and say, For your tomorrow We gave our today”. Lest we forget.
For now & as always, all our love, Thumper & Flower xx