Hi Oily will check it out next time i see it at Spittal, regards servo, 
servo88:
Hi Oily will check it out next time i see it at Spittal, regards servo,
Mazda■■?
grumpy old man:
servo88:
Hi Oily will check it out next time i see it at Spittal, regards servo,Mazda■■?
Give that man a coconut 
, did a Mazda google and it’s a Mazda Miata(MX5,) rareish in UK with the pop up headlights 89/90 circa.
Oily
Plenty about it here and the design I read did have a Lotus influence 
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mazda_MX-5
oiltreader:
grumpy old man:
servo88:
Hi Oily will check it out next time i see it at Spittal, regards servo,Mazda■■?
Give that man a coconut
Oily
Plenty about it here and the design I read did have a Lotus influence
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mazda_MX-5
I’ve got one of those for when the sun shines, mine’s a grey import from the land of the rising sun, sold in it’s homeland as a “Eunos Roadster”.
Bernard
Thanks to servo88, Buzzer, Cliff Luxton and albion1938 for the pics
Now then servo that pic of the Commando Memorial evokes very strong memories of my childhood and that of my elder brother, born 1922 and left school at 14, farm servant until the age of 17 when he joined the army and in particular the Scots Guards which took him from rural Aberdeenshire to Pirbright and Caterham also London, he volunteered and was seconded to No3 Commando doing his training at Achnacarry, nr Spean Bridge, this I guess about 1942. On his first leave from the commando base I was probably about 7 or 8 and with tales* to my dad and mum of the extreme training regime, I had myself a hero and of course very proud parents especially dad as at that time he was in the Home Guard.
Well D- Day loomed and last preparations were at billets near Southsea somewhere. I have every letter he wrote(frequently) to my mum, from his first day as a soldier to prior to crossing the Channel, this last mail being sparse in detail and MOD censored, also letters from some of his mates to my mum with the circumstances of how he met his death.
He was killed D-Day +1 during an advance on the banks of the Orne canal, direct hit from a mortar shell, his army record has the 3 letters NKG, (no known grave). I clearly remember my mother’s emotions, first a telegram, missing in action, then another with confirmation of his death. Eventually his few belongings were sent home, I still have these, shoulder and sleeve flashings, a few coins, also his commando fighting knife. His green beret my mum did slight adaptions to and proudly wore for a hat for many years.
*Trying to keep it brief so these I may relate another time.
Apologies to you younger guys on here, but an inscription, chosen by my dad on a family stone in churchyard, reads “He Died That We Might Live” might tell us all something.
Oily
Swiftly back to lorries, or in this case trucks, all Nissan cos they are in the Western Cape Province of South Africa, thanks to Bob Adams.
Oily
oiltreader:
Thanks to servo88, Buzzer, Cliff Luxton and albion1938 for the picsNow then servo that pic of the Commando Memorial evokes very strong memories of my childhood and that of my elder brother, born 1922 and left school at 14, farm servant until the age of 17 when he joined the army and in particular the Scots Guards which took him from rural Aberdeenshire to Pirbright and Caterham also London, he volunteered and was seconded to No3 Commando doing his training at Achnacarry, nr Spean Bridge, this I guess about 1942. On his first leave from the commando base I was probably about 7 or 8 and with tales* to my dad and mum of the extreme training regime, I had myself a hero and of course very proud parents especially dad as at that time he was in the Home Guard.
Well D- Day loomed and last preparations were at billets near Southsea somewhere. I have every letter he wrote(frequently) to my mum, from his first day as a soldier to prior to crossing the Channel, this last mail being sparse in detail and MOD censored, also letters from some of his mates to my mum with the circumstances of how he met his death.
He was killed D-Day +1 during an advance on the banks of the Orne canal, direct hit from a mortar shell, his army record has the 3 letters NKG, (no known grave). I clearly remember my mother’s emotions, first a telegram, missing in action, then another with confirmation of his death. Eventually his few belongings were sent home, I still have these, shoulder and sleeve flashings, a few coins, also his commando fighting knife. His green beret my mum did slight adaptions to and proudly wore for a hat for many years.
*Trying to keep it brief so these I may relate another time.
Apologies to you younger guys on here, but an inscription, chosen by my dad on a family stone in churchyard, reads “He Died That We Might Live” might tell us all something.
Oily
Oily that’s an amazing story and please no apologies needed
I have the deep most respect for all those who’ve gave their lives so I can live in a free society
oiltreader:
Thanks to servo88, Buzzer, Cliff Luxton and albion1938 for the picsNow then servo that pic of the Commando Memorial evokes very strong memories of my childhood and that of my elder brother, born 1922 and left school at 14, farm servant until the age of 17 when he joined the army and in particular the Scots Guards which took him from rural Aberdeenshire to Pirbright and Caterham also London, he volunteered and was seconded to No3 Commando doing his training at Achnacarry, nr Spean Bridge, this I guess about 1942. On his first leave from the commando base I was probably about 7 or 8 and with tales* to my dad and mum of the extreme training regime, I had myself a hero and of course very proud parents especially dad as at that time he was in the Home Guard.
Well D- Day loomed and last preparations were at billets near Southsea somewhere. I have every letter he wrote(frequently) to my mum, from his first day as a soldier to prior to crossing the Channel, this last mail being sparse in detail and MOD censored, also letters from some of his mates to my mum with the circumstances of how he met his death.
He was killed D-Day +1 during an advance on the banks of the Orne canal, direct hit from a mortar shell, his army record has the 3 letters NKG, (no known grave). I clearly remember my mother’s emotions, first a telegram, missing in action, then another with confirmation of his death. Eventually his few belongings were sent home, I still have these, shoulder and sleeve flashings, a few coins, also his commando fighting knife. His green beret my mum did slight adaptions to and proudly wore for a hat for many years.
*Trying to keep it brief so these I may relate another time.
Apologies to you younger guys on here, but an inscription, chosen by my dad on a family stone in churchyard, reads “He Died That We Might Live” might tell us all something.
Oily
Hi oily that is a very evocative story and I think this an appropriate picture to pay a tribute to your brother
regards Johnnie
gazsa401:
oiltreader:
Thanks to servo88, Buzzer, Cliff Luxton and albion1938 for the picsNow then servo that pic of the Commando Memorial evokes very strong memories of my childhood and that of my elder brother, born 1922 and left school at 14, farm servant until the age of 17 when he joined the army and in particular the Scots Guards which took him from rural Aberdeenshire to Pirbright and Caterham also London, he volunteered and was seconded to No3 Commando doing his training at Achnacarry, nr Spean Bridge, this I guess about 1942. On his first leave from the commando base I was probably about 7 or 8 and with tales* to my dad and mum of the extreme training regime, I had myself a hero and of course very proud parents especially dad as at that time he was in the Home Guard.
Well D- Day loomed and last preparations were at billets near Southsea somewhere. I have every letter he wrote(frequently) to my mum, from his first day as a soldier to prior to crossing the Channel, this last mail being sparse in detail and MOD censored, also letters from some of his mates to my mum with the circumstances of how he met his death.
He was killed D-Day +1 during an advance on the banks of the Orne canal, direct hit from a mortar shell, his army record has the 3 letters NKG, (no known grave). I clearly remember my mother’s emotions, first a telegram, missing in action, then another with confirmation of his death. Eventually his few belongings were sent home, I still have these, shoulder and sleeve flashings, a few coins, also his commando fighting knife. His green beret my mum did slight adaptions to and proudly wore for a hat for many years.
*Trying to keep it brief so these I may relate another time.
Apologies to you younger guys on here, but an inscription, chosen by my dad on a family stone in churchyard, reads “He Died That We Might Live” might tell us all something.
OilyOily that’s an amazing story and please no apologies needed
I have the deep most respect for all those who’ve gave their lives so I can live in a free society
Thanks for that gazsa401 and Johnnie, appreciated, like I said, lots of letters, some serious and some funny, during his time in the Guards, discipline was severe and very little spending money, he had a forces sweetheart whom he may have had plans to impress with letter to my mum “could you please send me a fiver, it’ll only cost you the price of a stamp(1d)”
Oily
edited to include Johnnie
Hi Oily pleased i put that snap on, you & your parents must have been very proud of him , i salute him & thanks to you for sharing a part of you life history. The in script on the monument say,s it all. Regards Gordon
servo88:
Hi Oily pleased i put that snap on, you & your parents must have been very proud of him , i salute him & thanks to you for sharing a part of you life history. The in script on the monument say,s it all. Regards Gordon
Yes Gordon, pride but a bit of personal shame inasmuch as I have never been to visit the Bayeux Memorial Gardens at Calvados, tho’ one of my daughters has been. also my late sister along with my nephew. There are annual organised trips which I considered signing up to but as yet haven’t got round to it
.
ALEXANDER McDONALD
b Aberdeenshire, KIA on D Day + 1)
Guardsman
2696459
Scots Guards., No 3 Commando
who died on
Wednesday 7 June 1944. Age 22.
Cemetery: BAYEUX MEMORIAL Calvados, France
Grave or Reference Panel Number: Panel 12, Column 2.
The above reference I’ve looked at many times.
Oily
May I pay tribute. Jim.
I thought this was a truck site,leave cars,helicopters and SAS to their own sites. 
