After WWII my father put together a 'scrapbook' record of his service during that wartime period. It was a record of his training and of his time with the Royal Army Medical Corps in North Africa, Sicily, Italy and Northern Europe after D-Day. The details are not explicit of the war itself but more of the human aspect, the friendships and coincidences that occurred along the way. Included are brief details of his small part in the evacuation of Crete...