David was my uncle, my mother’s youngest brother who was killed in action aged 21.
Bomber Command lost only two aircraft on the night of 22nd January 1945, both from 153 Squadron, and NG 185 (P4-A) being the one carrying my uncle.
In his last letter home dated 3rd January, he wrote to my mother congratulating her on the birth of her second daughter on Christmas Eve and confiding that he hoped to be a family man as his girlfriend Marjorie, whom he’d had to part with on leaving RAF Lindholme, was very fond of children and that their relationship was “as serious as all that”.
This was never to be and my mother never got over his death despite living for another 67 years. Uncle David never knew of the births of mum’s four further daughters, myself being the youngest.
Submitted by Sue Wright