J F Vernon Blog

To recall the trenches of the Western Front is to by at my grandfather’s side. It started with sitting on his knee after Sunday lunch. And so I was told and retold stories of his recruitment into the Durham Light Infantry, his transfer to the Machine Gun Corps and then nearly two years somehow surviving Arras, the Somme and the worst of them all – Third Ypres and the mud of Paschendaele before he transferred to the Royal Flying Corps where he qualified as a Fighter Pilot as the War came to an end. I will never tire of stories and facts about WW1 – this is the best blog for a regular dose.