{"id":15682,"date":"2023-08-04T09:59:00","date_gmt":"2023-08-04T08:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=15682"},"modified":"2023-08-04T12:08:47","modified_gmt":"2023-08-04T11:08:47","slug":"george-miller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2023\/08\/04\/george-miller\/","title":{"rendered":"George Miller"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My great uncle was named George Miller <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He was born in 1920 and died violently in 1944<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">During the D Day landings in Northern France <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am led to believe that he was killed instantly<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">By machine gun fire as he waded waist deep <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In the sea after leaving the landing craft<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">George was married to Mary and was a bookseller<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They lived quietly in Sidcup but had no children <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Like me George was a poet but rarely published<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He referred to himself as occasional poet <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But he was better than that as he had a unique voice <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Last year during the very hot summer of 2022<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I visited the beach in France where George was killed<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It is today a benign and pleasant place <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With many people enjoying the simple sands <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Prior to my visit I had been told that George <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Always carried a notebook of his poetry <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In his tunic pocket so that he might take notes <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It is assumed that he was carrying this notebook <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When he died although it was never recovered <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">To be truthful I felt nothing as I stood in the shallows <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Where George had been lacerated without conquest <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I had hoped to hear his poetry in the summer waves <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But all I felt was the silence and tragedy of a wasted life <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Later I visited the military cemetery where George now sleeps<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And left some summer flowers as an act of remembrance <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I also left a sealed note from Mary written in violet ink <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She still lives in their original Sidcup home and is in good health <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I had mixed feelings as I drove back towards the ferry <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Like a fool and a poet I thought that I would hear <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The poetry of George Miller being whispered from the sea <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It was an empty fancy and little else <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But at least I had shared the silence of his poetry <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And that comforted me and I felt less haunted <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As I sailed back towards the country of my birth <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My great uncle was named George Miller He was born in 1920 and died violently in 1944 During the D Day landings in Northern France I am led to believe that he was killed instantly By machine gun fire as 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