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Afghanistan veterans meet WWII veterans in Worthing

Last week’s trip to Worthing was all jolly good fun, but it was a lot more than a nostalgia trip. The taxi charity was originally founded in 1948, when many men had returned from World War II injured and unable to get around very easily. So a few London Taxi drivers got together and had the idea of a taxi charity that would help make veterans’ lives more comfortable and enjoyable. Most WWII veterans are of course now quite elderly. As much as the charity continues to help them, it is also passionate about helping veterans of all ages and from all conflicts. So the charity were delighted that three young veterans – in their early 20′s at most – also came to Worthing as guests from Headley Court, the world-class Defence Medical Rehabilitation Centre in Surrey. One had been recovering in the neural unit since his service in Afghanistan was brought to an abrupt end owing to serious injuries.

It’s always wonderful and heart-warming to meet the veterans who survived World War II, now enjoying old age, proudly wearing their medals. They seem like heroes from another time. The war seems pleasingly distant, far away from life today in so many ways. But, for a stark reminder of modern-day conflict, I discovered, there’s nothing like meeting a young man who’s just returned from Afghanistan having been very seriously injured. During his speech in Worthing Municipal Hall, Dickie Hudd asked the three young veterans to stand. The whole room, full of men in their 80′s and 90′s – many who I suppose would have been a similar age when they themselves were soldiers – erupted into spontaneous applause. No doubt meeting these young soldiers gave great cause for reflection and brought back many memories for the older veterans. Perhaps memories of friends who’d been injured or worse, without  the benefit of the extraordinary care and facilities at places like Headley Court. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this, or the three young veterans, since.

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A great British day out to Worthing with 200 veterans in a convoy of over 100 Black Cabs.

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Last Tuesday the London Taxi Benevolent Association for the War Disabled took over 200 war veterans on their annual outing to Worthing, my second road trip with the charity. This trip is a real highlight in the lives of many veterans, some of whom can’t get about very easily nowadays, on account of hovering around 90!

More than 100 Black Cabs collected the veterans from various locations in and around London. They gathered first in South Holmwood, a former British Legion village in Surrey turned over to the rendezvous. I travelled in Terry Millington’s cab, with Charles, 88 and Hughie, 91,  both veterans from World War II. A welcoming party was already in full-swing in the village hall by 10 AM. The whole village seemed to have been up since dawn, making sandwiches and baking cakes. The place was full of veterans, taxi driver,  their friends and families, all very happy to see each other. What with Harry Harris, a musician in his late 80′s, playing Fly Me To The Moon on the organ, I had the curious feeling of having gone back in time.

We then drove in convoy down to the South Coast. This time I was in Mickey Small’s Black Cab (actually a yellow Hailo cab) with three other WWII veterans, who sang pretty much all the way to the coast whilst Mickey masterfully dodged the odd British summertime flood on the A24. I was struck by the kindness of the taxi drivers, who give their time for free when they take veterans on these trips. Clearly they hold ‘the old boys’  in great regard.

In Worthing Municipal Hall, we had a great lunch, a few beers courtesy of London Pride, speeches from Sir James Eberie, the charming Mayor and Mayoress of Worthing and Dickie Hudd, the chairman of the charity, and a marvellous performance on one of the few remaining Wurlitzer organs in the country. This magically emerged from beneath the stage to everyone’s delight. A quick jaunt down the to pier for an ice-cream, more tea, cake and beer, then it was back to South Holmwood for yet more tea, cake, beer and goodbyes. The local children gave flowers to all the veterans and then everyone went home, very full, happy, but no doubt as moved as me by the whole experience. As will become clear in my next post, this was a great deal more than a nostalgic trip down memory lane.


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