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C.J.H Sebire A 9th Parachute Battalion Fallen Hero This page is in honor of C.J.H. Sebire. Requested by his sister, Elaine M, King. 14406335 Private J. Sebire Mortar Platoon, R (reserve) Company, 9th Parachute Battalion, 6th Airborne Division |
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C.J.H. Sebire (left) with his cousin Alcwyn Thomas. Born Ceiriog, Josue, Henri, Sebire in South Wales on the 26th April, 1924. His Mother was from Wales and his Father from the French Channel Island, hence the names he was given by his parents. His family moved up to London after his Father was given a Church after his Ordination. Jose ( as he was known) joined the Parachute Regiment as soon as he was old enough to sign his name on the dotted line. Both he and his cousin, Alcwyn Thomas signed up at the same time. These lads were like brothers as they were raised together since they were children. They remained together throughout their training and even parachuted in together over Normandy during the early hours of June 6th, 1944. Jose was killed on the 24th July, 1944. He fell by his cousins side. Jose was just 20 years old. Jose died protecting our freedom. He was a true Hero who should be remembered and honored for willingly giving his life for the lives of many. |
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A letter to his Family written shortly after the Normandy landing. |
| A poem written by Jose after the landing. A Paratroopers Lament Gone is the glory and glamour Of a lifetime of frolic and fun Gone are the girls that I laughed with And now I’m left holding this gun. I looked at the Douglas Dakota I thought of the jumps I had done And I felt I had done my full quota And I nervously clenched at my gun. As we soared up aloft to 10,000 They said we were going for a ride I bitterly thought of the morrow And the drop on the other side So the red light came on, we were ready Stood up and hooked up as well My knees felt a trifle unsteady As I lunged through that door into hell. Now all you young girls back in Remember the boys in the sky Remember those brave Parachutists The men who live only to die. So come all you lads and you lassies Give credit where credit is due Remember the men dead in And remember they died there for you. A few chutes failed to open that morning As we sped down through Hell into space I forgot all my parachute training And landed a wide-right on my face! So stand by your glasses ready Here’s a toast to the men of the sky Here’s to the dead already And here’s to the next man to die. Cute, don't you think? Sung to the tune of "Red River Valley" Jose
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