On 24th March the battalion was off again from a Transit Camp in East Anglia, bound for Germany, which Dad insisted would be “a welcome change from Bloody B[urford]”. It wasn’t though. Richard Rees, RUR MO, and later to be my Uncle, later wrote:
It was in Coesfelt that Huw was shot. As a railway town and junction, Coesfelt had received more than passing attention by the RAF. He had been shot by a sniper and for years afterwards we pulled his leg for having been shot by German Home Guard! But his wound was serious, a through and through wound of the buttock. Fortunately it had missed bone, artery, and sciatic nerve. He was evacuated immediately, and with Penicillin then available in Military Hospitals I knew he would soon be OK again.
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