Normandy veterans speak: Gordon Hornsby In early August, I was driving four wounded men back from a bridgehead which the 59th division had thrown over the river Orne, near Thury Harcourt. The road was supposed to be one-way traffic but an oil tanker came charging the other way in the dark and knocked me off the road into a ravine. The ambulance rammed a tree only a few feets down or we would all have been finished. A couple of weeks later, I saw a face I thought I knew and I said 'hello mate'. He just stared at me and said: 'I don't know you'. Then I remembered. He was one of the four wounded soldiers in my ambulance that day at the ravine. I said: "Chum, you don't know how lucky you are." Gordon often had to drive his ambulance under fire - something that was officially forbidden. He described one incident, after a "heavy battle" near Cheux, west of Caen. "We got seven wounded in, three on stretchers and four sitting... Just as we were leaving another barrage of mortars landed just over the other side of the road." Gordon, knowing that the German soldiers would probably change position before firing again, made a dash for the advance medical post in a farm nearby.. The Company Sergeant Major started to rollick me for coming along the road when I was under fire...The Commanding Officer told him to get out of his sight.He told me to go to the Officer's Mess, which was just near, and poured me a glass of whisky. It is important people remember, especially young people. Some of them seem to know nothing about the war. There are so few of us left now to tell the tale. We used to have 200 members in the Newcastle branch of the Normandy Veterans' Association. Now there are only four of us left. It is hard losing old comrades, of course, but the death of old men is the way things are supposed to be. Young men dying is what is wrong. Look at the public reaction to the murder of the young soldier in Woolwich. And we lost thousands of young men in Normandy. I often think of Percy Blunt, who was the medical orderly in my ambulance. He was recommended for a medal after that day when we evacuated the soldiers under fire. Sadly, Percy, after our unit was broken up was attached to the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders as a stretcher bearer and died on 27 September 1944. He is buried in a cemetery at Valkenswaald in Holland which I have visited several times.