A/L.Bdr. Douglas Oliver Elphee
British Army 97th Field Regiment Royal Artillery
from:Maidstone
Douglas Elphee was my father. He said very little about his war service except that he was evacuated from Dunkirk in 1940, then billeted in South Wales. He then was shipped to the Middle East by way of South Africa and crossed from Iraq to North Africa by way of Palestine, Egypt, and Libya, where he was captured by Rommel’s forces and handed over to the Italians. When Italy capitulated, he lived in the hills picking olives until he was re-captured by the Germans. He was then taken by train to Magdeburg and put to work in the salt mines until being liberated by the Americans.
The only time I heard my father swear was one Sunday lunchtime back in the eighties he was re-united with his sergeant. They were going over their experiences in South Wales and were relating to the time when the invasion codeword "Cromwell" was inadvertently passed in the Southwest by mistake. The sergeant received a phone call from the officer relaying the codeword, whereupon the sergeant replied: "Who the f*** is Cromwell?" The reply was "Invasion". "Oh, that Cromwell, right sir". Then he said "Put the kettle on lads”.
Toward the end of his life, I took him to Dover Castle where our local Radio Kent was trying to piece together people’s experiences of the war. So I suggested he go tell them about his evacuation from Dunkirk. Over he went and came back in 5 minutes. “How come you were so quick?” I asked. He replied “I told them it was just like a day at the beach, I walked down to the sea and got on a boat”. I am not sure I could be so laid back as that, but there were so many like that who saw such awful things during the war, and that was their way of coming to terms with it.
