Some of you may have seen this photo of me taken when i was 10 or 11 years old, circa 1966 or 67. There was a stash of WW1 souvenirs at my grandparents house, from various family members. Helmets, gas masks, bayonets, etc. There were no childrens' toys at the house, so those were what I played with. No, I didn't wreck them, even then I treated them with respect and even awe. Although I did run around in the woods wearing an M16 steel helmet and carrying a butcher bayonet. Lots of books about WW1 too, it was a big deal to the old folks. When they passed on, the stuff was scattered to the four winds. None came my way, I was too low on the totem pole. Over the years, I tracked some of it down and acquired it. Recently, I came home and found a box on my doorstep left by a kindly relative, and these were in it. I know, not much to look at, but what a hoot to reconnect with my childhood toys after not having seen them for 35 years! Unfortunately, they sat neglected in a cellar for most of those years.
The helmet I'm wearing is missing, but the kugelhelm I'm holding is the one in the photo. Not like the SOS, but these have great meaning to me.
Steve
The helmet I'm wearing is missing, but the kugelhelm I'm holding is the one in the photo. Not like the SOS, but these have great meaning to me.
Steve