My Father served in the RAF in the Western Desert and later in Italy he came home March 1945 to all D Day Dodgers you are the best be proud we Remember you all

My father was a d.day Dodger ...proud of him.. Gemmano Sept 1944.

Both my father and stepfather were in Italy and I suppose they were 'D Day Dodgers'. Their bravery is not forgotten.

My Dad's cousin is buried in the War Cemetery in Minturno, we visited when we were in Sorrento, it's a memorial to the HEROES who fought in Italy , thank you The Brighton Taverners ❤️

My Father was a D-Day Dodger and although he rarely spoke of his WWII experience, he was proud to be amongst those brave heroes in North Africa and Italy.

Finding this on You Tube brought back lots of memories from my days at Brighton College of Education back in the days 1967-70. I've still got a copy of their original LP. Remember the days at college folk club at Falmer.

Great song sung to me by my grandfather (John Whittington) who was a mechanic in the 8th army during the war. And even special that the late Peter Cartlidge who taught me at Carden school along with Stuart Reed sung it at assemblies. Great to hear it again

After my grandad helped kick Rommels arse in north Africa he sat and slept among the plagues of rats and I remember this particular day when I picked up a dead rat from a trap and proudly showed my grandad, Jock tough was his nickname this dead rodent his reaction wasn't throw that away lad. He stopped and trembled at the sight of this and immediately was overcome by a flashback, so Grandad I am so sorry.

Lest we forget.

Nice one Stuart.....My dad was a D Day Dodger. He was in 3rd Battalion Coldstream Guards, and fought from the Mareth Line in N Africa, landed as Salerno and was wounded on 6th Nov 1943 at the battle of Monte Camino (not Cassino!). Hope to see you again at the Ditchling Session this Sunday!

Wonderful my father was a D Day dodger

RIP Stuart. Thanks again for re-kindling my interest in my dad's war record. Really sad to know that we won't be seeing you at any more Ditchling sessions.

I learned this at my father's knee. He fought in the Eighth Army 6-AGRA and certainly hated Lady Astor! I'm researching a book about the Dodgers of all nationalities and the effects on them of being labelled as such. If anyone would like to share a relative's experience, please contact me on zoeherdman.northernstar@gmail.com. All contact treated with confidentiality (unless specific permission for public use is given) and respect.

my father was a dday dodger didnt talk a lot. because he lost many friends, wouldn't collect any medals Stayed for 2 years later learned Italian to avoid sentry duties knew all the swear words

Good old Rosie thewursles

The volume of the music detracts from the message in the singing.

Its canadian song not british or amarican