Special Guest Blogger: Jack Churchill

Millions fought in WWII, but there was only one Jack Churchill and you could probably see me in plenty of those old black and white photos but they fail to capture how colorful i was because I was a British officer who defeated armed enemies with a bow, sword and bagpipes.
Since i was a kid i craved adventure and so joined the army to find it so i planned to not only serve my country, but have fun doing it  but my first posting was to Burma which was a snoozefest so when i was ordered to travel to India, unlike most people who took a ship, I decided to ride my motorcycle for the entire journey, all 1,500 miles of it.
Unfortunately the Army didn't appreciate my sense of humour, so when i took an umbrella on parade one rainy day i knew i could kiss any promotion goodbye so i called it quits and resigned to find my kicks elsewhere but WW2 was brewing in the background so 3 years latrer they would want me back again but in the 3 years between then, I was a newspaper editor, model, entertainer, actor, professional archer, and competitive bagpipe player, actually i came second in a bag-pipe competition  and an Englishman finding himself in a sea of Scotsmen and playing it better than most of them went down as well as you imagine.
When the Army came calling again i used my archery and bagpipe skills to great use, at Dunkirk i killed a few German's with my longbow as the bullet whizzed around our ears and during battles with shots going off, screaming, and explosions, the sounds of bagpipes blaring out was not expected.
There’s only so much one man with a sword, a bow, and bagpipes can do. After the Battle of France, we found ourselves surrounded and cut off. Hundreds of thousands were rescued during the Dunkirk evacuation and I was among them and I arrived at the beach by bicycle.
Such was my reputation that i was asked to join the Commandos tasked to focused on raids against German-occupied Europe. High risk and right up my alley so off we went to a Norwegian island and blew up a warehouse and a few other missions but when we were tasked with capturing an island in Yugoslavia, all but 5 of us reached the islands only to find ourselves outnumbered and outgunned so did the only thing i could, and played on my bagpipes until one of them lobbed  a grenade to knock me out and took me prisoner rather than execute me because when they saw my papers and noticed my last name, they thought I was related to Winston Churchill.
Instead of being dead i found my self in Sachsenhausen concentration camp for a while until i escaped and walked the 150 miles to safety but by then the war was over and  had to figure out my life outside the army. This time my list included paratrooper, actor, army instructor, surfer, army administrator, motorcyclist, and steamboat refurbisher until checking out aged 89.