My grandfather L/Cpl E.C.Rose remembered the day the Canadians sailed out for the raid. He spent the next month sorting out the aftermath. As he was with the Ordinance Corps, he was responsible for turning in stores to the Quartermaster.
He once told me that his squad had a railbox car full of socks. The boys and him had just sorted the situation then went for lunch. Unfortunately they forgot to pick up and when they came back there was a solitary sock left.
My parents were married the same say thirty years later in 1972.
It's on days like today I miss my grandfather
