My journey into the world of S.O.E.
|There were so
many acts of Heroism displayed during the Second World War, that each
and every account deserves our attention and respect.
In every branch of the armed forces, and in all fields of combat,
whether on land, in the air, or on the vastness of the oceans, men
and women displayed unparalleled acts of courage. It would take inconceivable
volumes of memoirs to describe and define each persons very own acts
of bravery, not only in the military theatre of war, but in civilian
extreme bravery would forever engrave their names in the annals
of history, the most Worthy Honour as
....Legends of Heroism!!!
There were those who so young, thought only of their duty to the
country that bore them, and to their fellowman in distant lands,
whom they had never even met!
They saw the freedom of Europe being swallowed up, and its peoples
hounded, beaten, and humiliated by the onslaught of Nazi tyranny
that rampaged across continents bringing only anguish, despair,
and terror to its peoples and destruction to their beloved homelands.
Their belief in freedom bore deep into their hearts and inspired
the very soul within them to acts of unparalleled courage and bravery.
these persons I now have the privilege to write.
are members of Special Operations Executive
Here - Women of
The Special Operations Executive.
many in the S.O.E. Both men and women, they gave as mere mortals
their most prized possession for the freedom of their fellowman,
the ultimate sacrifice------their own lives!!!
the face of overwhelming odds, many, if not all were confronted by
such fear and terror, that it demanded of them some form of superhuman
strength and endurance. Every agent suffered the loneliness of being
far from home and their loved ones, alone in an enemy occupied land,
never knowing what the next few hours would bring. Meeting unknown
contacts to pass on messages, not knowing if their cover had been
blown, or if they were being followed.
The continual "Stop and Search" by the enemy to check that
their papers and passes were in order, and praying that their accent
would not give them away. Being out after curfew held it's own fears
as the agents went to find "Post Boxes" to leave messages.
The continuous anxiety in endeavouring to avoid capture at all costs,
kept these most brave of agents fully aware continually of the fear
of being in the "hands" of the Gestapo.