Growing up in Cosford during the Second World War, Geoffrey Grimley became familiar with military surroundings from a young age. School geography lessons instilled in him an interest in Japan, and when conscription came at 19 years old, he registered with a preference to be stationed in the far-East. Geoffrey's childhood near an RAF base discouraged him from the airforce, so he instead became listed as a Signalman. The 6-month training period Geoffrey completed in Catterick taught him to decipher up to 14 words of Morse Code per minute. After a single excursion to a firing range, Geoffrey boarded a Devonshire 'Bibby Line' to Singapore. The journey took six weeks, and just a few weeks after his arrival, he journeyed on to Hong Kong. One bad winter later, Geoffrey left Kowloon Harbour to the sound of the Royal Ulster Rifles Pipe Band for the final leg of his journey to Korea. He arrived with the Kings Own Scottish Borderers on St. George's Day, 1951. Geoffrey recalls unsettled weather, mischievous tank drivers, and entertainment within his Brigade, including a boxing match between the KOSBs and a professional Filipino sportsman. Geoffrey was soon stationed at the Battle of Kapyong. Geoffrey's interview was cut short before sharing further details of his service due to his feeling unwell, but the beginning of his story creates a vivid, and at times, humorous, picture of his journey to becoming a Signalman.

Ken Jones provides a thorough account of his service as an Artificer Sergeant and tank engineer for the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers (REME) during the Korean War. Fours years after being in the Army Cadet force, he began his military career at the early age of seventeen and three quarters. It was his ambition to join the REME as an engineer and after six weeks training with the South Wales Borderers, he would make the transition. Some time after serving in Germany during the aftermath of the war, he was summoned to Hanover where a Sergeant told him that he was going to Korea with the A Platoon. Arriving in Korea, Ken was assigned to Tac HQ ( 2 miles behind the front line) where he was placed in charge of tank repairs and preserving them in preparation for battle in no man's land. Based near the reservoir, the tanks would move across various hills into their battle positions. He shares memories of narrowly avoiding destruction from six mortars while crossing a ridge to Korean troops who would remain elusive by hiding inside a camouflaged cave, only travelling at night to deliver supplies before scrambling back to the sanctity of the cave. He also reveals the cruelty inflicted by some of their own men towards local Koreans who resisted them. In Korea, the terrain was just as much an enemy as the north Korean forces, proven when Ken describes a near miss involving a tank which ran out of control down a hill, crushing everything in its path. Tanks themselves could be death traps and this was no more apparent when operating a Churchill from WWII, Ken believing that anyone who managed to survive in such a machine should have been awarded a medal. He details the effectiveness of tanks and how despite their versatility, they were perhaps less mobile and more static during times of war than younger generations may believe. Ken's interview captures the intricacies of tank warfare and the contributions of the engineers who ensured their efficacy during the Korean War.  

When war broke out, Joan was initially in Civil Defence. However, after two years she was called up to the Auxiliary Territorial Service at the age of twenty-two; this was the women’s branch of the Army. She was sent to London for training, where she learned how to drive an ambulance. Joan was posted to Edinburgh where the barracks were so cold she slept with her greatcoat on. Later she drove her ambulance during the bombing of London. Just before D-day she remembers seeing huge columns of tanks and other vehicles, in preparation for the landings. After the invasion there were a lot more wounded to take to hospitals but the casualties decreased toward the end of the war. In Aldershot her barracks was bombed, and she also remembers the rations of unpleasant marrow jam and horse meat. She used to swap her cigarette ration for sweets. Like many others, once the war was over she missed the camaraderie of the Army. Thank you Joan for sharing your memories at the wonderful age of 107!