Remembering Pilot Officer Thompson

This post was first published to mark the 75th anniversary of D-Day in June 2019. I think it’s appropriate to reblog it today, Remembrance Day, to honour not only my father, but all the men and women who fought for our freedom and for peace.

Inked In

This Wednesday, June 6th, marks the 75th anniversary of D-Day and the Battle of Normandy.  For many of us, the battle brings back the horrific images from the opening scenes of the movie Saving Private Ryan.  As horrific as they were, we always knew it was just a movie. This week a delegation of World War II Canadian veterans will travel to Normandy for the anniversary celebrations. They are all elderly and this will be the last milestone of war they will likely attend.  My father, who was an air force veteran, passed away 20 years ago, but if he were alive, I don’t think that he’d make the trip.

ENTRIES FROM PILOT OFFICER LESLIE THOMPSON’S LOGBOOK

February 8, 1943:
Located wreckage and two bodies at low tide.

February, 2, 1944:
Sea search for Mosquito.  Located wreckage.  No survivors.

These are two of the handwritten entries found in the…

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5 thoughts on “Remembering Pilot Officer Thompson

  1. My dad only once discussed with me anything relating to the war. He was torpedoed twice, and spent two weeks in a boat hoping for pickup. That last bit I found out from my sister was was old enough to remember. It seems to be a common trait that they wanted, not so much to forget, but to place it behind them and get on with a normal life.

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  2. They called them “The Silent Generation” for a good reason. Here no one of my father’s friends ever spoke of their experiences in combat. However, most of them drank like fish. Looking back I can see their torment that they tried to hide, usually successfully in words, but that seeped out in their drinking.

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  3. My father ran away from home and joined the Army under an assumed name at age 16. He served in Korea but never had any stories to tell. I wish I could have gotten a few out of him.

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