My Grandfather and his twin brother both fought in WWII. He was already in the TA when war broke out, so was sent to France as part of the BEF. He was still in France when the Germans took Dunkirk, and was chased all the way to the port of Brest, where he was evacuated.
Being a Royal Engineer, he never saw any frontline action, and his scariest moment came in North Africa where he was mobbed by the locals in a town who prefered the Germans. Luckily an American general was passing through the town in his Jeep and got him out of there.
Next he was in Italy, where he remained until the last few days of the war. His brother spent all his war on the frontline, though I don`t know with which company. I do know that they were both re-united on an airfield in Greece right at the very end of the war and having spent a good few years apart.
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