mr Edmunds aged 18 in 1943
Mr Edmunds was a very good source of information for us he landed on D-Day at Le Hemel and he raised the money to put the memorial at le Hemel.
It is with great sadness that I learnt from his widow that he passed away in February 2006, she also informed me that his ashes are to be placed around the memorial at Le Hemel.
He was a kind and honest man who always argued with us in France about who was going to buy the next round of drinks.
He sent me many articles that I will be placing on this page about his time in France.
We send our sympathy to his widow and family.
We honour this man for his bravery
Mr Iswyn Edmunds farewell.
A story supplied by him.
It is with great sadness that I learnt from his widow that he passed away in February 2006, she also informed me that his ashes are to be placed around the memorial at Le Hemel.
He was a kind and honest man who always argued with us in France about who was going to buy the next round of drinks.
He sent me many articles that I will be placing on this page about his time in France.
We send our sympathy to his widow and family.
We honour this man for his bravery
Mr Iswyn Edmunds farewell.
A story supplied by him.
With other members of the South Wales Borderers, Mr Islwyn Edmunds was huddled in hastily-dug trenches near the town of Bayeux after they had fought their way from the beaches in June 1944.
They had dug in outside a house, whose occupants invited them in for a meal before the expected attack by the Germans began.
They tucked in, but all the time there was a boy crying bitterly.
Later on they discovered they had ate his pet rabbit.
Many years later Mr Edmunds returned to the area and discovered that the boy was now the Town Mayor's secretary.
It's storys like this that make you laugh but at the time it was just a meal rushed down with danger and death around you.
Mr Edmunds was in France in 2005 at the celebrations, and has been a great source for us eg photos, information and a good drinking partner and storyteller at the bar.
We post this story in his honour.
They had dug in outside a house, whose occupants invited them in for a meal before the expected attack by the Germans began.
They tucked in, but all the time there was a boy crying bitterly.
Later on they discovered they had ate his pet rabbit.
Many years later Mr Edmunds returned to the area and discovered that the boy was now the Town Mayor's secretary.
It's storys like this that make you laugh but at the time it was just a meal rushed down with danger and death around you.
Mr Edmunds was in France in 2005 at the celebrations, and has been a great source for us eg photos, information and a good drinking partner and storyteller at the bar.
We post this story in his honour.
