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I do not why uncle Bill (Southworth)
My mums oldests brother
Out of the blue

Told me: ' You Know, two Jews marred into the famaly!'
I were taken back, in shock, by this news
Now for years, I had spoken out against raceiam, facsim
Gon on marches, localy, nataly, I have the scars to show

Now I had more reason!

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Dad would talk to about his  famaly as my reader know

He shird with me his brother Harys story World Two

Uncle Harry (Williams), were in the Royal Artilery, landid in Normandy

Falt all, the way into Germany
Excep when he were AWL*, that is!
Craftey were Uncle Harry!
A sakaly wag, were Uncle Harry!
He would work his way up the ranks on N C O's*
Make himself endepensabl, work himself, up again!
Till the next time that is!
Lernt as and when he felt he would have few days, or weeks off
He would only loose his stripes, be redused to ranks, be a gunner
Not a problem for Uncle Harry!
A game for Harry, playing the sysdem, he plyde rather well

Had a good time in freed , liberated , Paris I gather!

Uncle Harry, rather liked the French plonk!
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But his games came to an end, well they had to

When his company of artilery guners came acros Belson
With all the man and woman made horrers were spread 
Before them to witnes, what - The War Had Been All About!
So when I hear some denying it that all of that never happand!
I become in bearly controld rage, tell the fools, that my uncle Harry

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With his company of Royal Artilery men liberated Belson!
Uncle Harry, had been redused to the ranks yet again!
Only this time he could not pass on orders he were given!
One such order were clime on an endustal bulldozer, to push the dead, as like lifeles logs, the stench that came out as uncle Harry Drove bulldozer, beyond dicropaan 
Into a mase grave, you may of seen film of Uncle Harry, driveing
The diger, thats him, bery hat, wearing a mask, to proteck him from
The stench from the dead, as he drove the digger pushing the dead Before him!
No mask to stop him briveing in, his mind thinking of that all stench uncle were to have all his life!

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Post Scrip, strange but true
My dad and Uncle Bill
Served on H M S Anson in
World War Two
Uncle Bill in the engenroom
Dad mand the pom pom gun*
Yet never met at sea
Did not meet, til dad courted
Uncle Bills, sister, my mum!

* Absant With Out Leve
*Non Commishand Officer
* Anty Aircraft Gun

Kenny D. Williams

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