“Dad's fighting career was cut short just before the first Battle of El Alamein, when he was seriously wounded in an air attack on another Retna Box. He was driving an ambulance carrying several men suffering from "shell shock" (post traumatic stress disorder). The ambulance was parked in the very centre of the defensive box formation, with a large red cross painted on its roof, and also on its sides, to make it easily identifiable as an ambulance. My father's position, if attacked, was alongside the ambulance with his Bren gun. An enemy Stuka dive bomber peeled off from its incoming formation and dived directly for the ambulance. Dad lay on his back with his Bren gun pointing skywards. He could see his shells entering the oncoming aircraft, but to little apparent effect. He then saw an ominous black shape detach itself from the underside of the Stuka. Dad immediately started rolling as fast as he could away from the bomb's trajectory. It scored a direct hit on the ambulance, and Dad, who was still rolling for all he was worth, was hit in the back by flying shrapnel. At this point my father lost interest in what happened to the aircraft and what else was going on around him.”
“Several days later Dad awoke in a hospital bed in Cairo. He had just missed the first Battle of Alamein. It took several months for him to fully recover, and when he did, he was made a senior sergeant instructor of field mechanics in battlefield environments for new regiments arriving in the Middle East and European war zones. This lasted for the remainder of the war.”
Shared by David Goodin online via the Their Finest Hour project website.
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