Sadly, today was our day to leave London. We packed last night (after a bit of a lay down after the Ripper tour), so it was pretty easy to get up and out. Leann had her last black cab ride. Above is a shot out of the glass roof. Gay was kind enough to come […]
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Memories of World War I by Robinson Shepard (my grandpa) – page 6: Where Grampa finally gets to France.
After welcoming speeches by dignitaries we marched to, and boarded, one of the peculiar looking British trains. We rode as far as Winchester, where we marched up a steep hill to a British rest camp, “Winnal Downs.” There we had a meal of what the boys called “Oak Leaf Stew,” a very thin and tasteless […]