Marje Florendine and a Nurse Kirby, both from Calgary, arrived to spend the weekend as guests of the Unit. John Begg stepped in and helped me to do the honour – went to a dance Saturday, for a drive on Sunday and saw them off on the train at Brighton on Sunday evening.
A bunch of us sat around the Mess and talked until midnight.
In honour of the 70th anniversary of the Dieppe Raid and Remembrance Day, join me as I share my grandfather’s story at Dieppe with Oil, Water and Blood: the Dieppe journal of Doc Alexander a lecture at the Canmore Museum & Geoscience Centre Thursday, Nov. 8 at 7 p.m.
At the start of the Dieppe Raid of August 19, 1942, Dr. Laurence Guy Alexander, a Calgary doctor and medical officer for the 14th Canadian Army Tank Battalion – the Calgary Regiment (Calgary Tanks) – waited aboard a tank landing craft for his turn to storm the rocky beach at Dieppe, France.
Oil, Water and Blood: the Dieppe Raid journal of Doc Alexander explores Alexander’s harrowing experience during the raid. It was, he wrote,worse than what he had experienced as a young man serving in the First World War.
“Anything I saw in the whole of the last war – and I saw plenty there – nothing can in the slightest compare with this. A combination of fire from every direction, both sides, in front, behind, above and below, and every conceivable type of weapons pretty well sizes up the situation,” he wrote.
Tickets are $10 and are available at the Canmore Museum.
Small dance in our own mess.
The next morning after breakfast, we walk across Green Park to Buckingham Palace, where we line up in queue outside the railing. At 10 a.m. we file through the archway to the Inner Court, and then into the Lobby of the Palace where we are divided into rooms, according to our decoration. We are given instructions, the hooks are hung onto our tunics, and we get lined up in proper order.
At 11 a.m. we start in, in single file, into a long chamber filled with an audience. There is a raised platform in the center of the room and we march towards this. The wide glass doors open and the King steps in, the National anthem played, and the King invites the audience to be seated.
As our names are called, we step forward onto the platform in front of the King. We halt, turn left, bow, step forward in to the triangle, where the Kind is standing. He pins the medal on and talks to each person for a second. To me, he said “which beach did you land on, Red or White?” I told him both. Then he asked me if we had many casualties: when I told him, he asked me if I had got them all off. Lord Louise Mountbatten whispered something to him, which I imagine was about our ship – then he asked me what had become of all our casualties and when I told him so many had been blown overboard, he said “It was a dirty show, good work, congratulations.” Then shook hands, I bowed and walked off.
On going through the door, another man removed the medal, put it in a case and handed it to me.
We had to wait for an hour and a half, until it was all over. Then the National Anthem again, the King went back inside and we all left.
John (Begg) and I were photographed outside the gates of the Palace on leaving, then back to the Hotel, where his sister-in-law and her son joined us for lunch – then went to Parliament Buildings, then to the Grosvenor for dinner and then home.
The citation that accompanied the medal read: “As medical officer of the Calgary Regiment, Capt. L.G. Alexander performed outstanding service to his unit. Working under extremely heavy fire to which he was exposed on one occasion while attending to wounded personnel, he was blown overboard by the blast from a shell of heavy calibre. Fortunately he was not wounded and was able to regain the ship, where he continued to attend the large number of wounded. Maintenance of morale was aided in no small measure by his devotion to duty, and his efficiency in handling wounded was responsible for the preservation of many valuable lives.”
Sick parade finished. I am all dressed and ready to start for London for the Investiture at Buckingham Palace tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. John and I go together. We arrive in London at noon and go at once to our rooms in Mayfair Hotel; I go out to Harrods and John goes CMHQ. In the evening I go to Saville Theatre to see Stanley Holloway in Fine and Dandy. After the show, the two girls Irene and Nora, my guests at the Investiture arrive and we all go to dinner at the Mayfair and then to the supper dance.
Sneak air raid – one plane – did quite a bit of damage – killed two and injured twenty-five. I went down to help bandage up the civilians.