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Veteran ‘Red Devils’ prepare to jump back into Normandy

- FLORA THOMPSON

Two fearless D-Day veterans in their 90s are to parachute into Normandy 75 years after they first landed there.

Harry Read, 95, and John Hutton, 94, will take part in the descent on Wednesday to commemorat­e the anniversar­y of the landings.

Now a retired Salvation Army officer living in Bournemout­h, Dorset, Mr Read was a 20-year-old wireless operator with the Royal Signals who had a battery the size and weight of a toolbox strapped to his right leg when he was pushed out of the plane in the early hours of June 6 1944.

Mr Hutton – known by his friends as Jock – was 19 when he served in the 13th Lancashire Parachute Battalion.

Among some 280 paratroope­rs, the pair will board a Dakota aircraft in Duxford, Cambridges­hire, and fly to Sannervill­e with the “Red Devils”, where they will perform a tandem jump and land in fields used as a “drop zone” for the 8th (Midlands) Parachute Battalion, who went on to destroy bridges in a bid to restrict German movements during the missions.

More used to descending within 800ft of the ground and landing after 30 seconds, Mr Read last year challenged himself to a skydive from 10,000ft.

After visiting the Normandy battlefiel­ds – and in a bid to support the Salvation Army’s anti-traffickin­g and modern slavery campaign – he resolved to try to do another jump.

The great-great-grandfathe­r, who grew up in Middlesbro­ugh, said the forthcomin­g descent – after which he will visit the graves of fallen comrades in cemeteries – will be tinged with sadness.

Mr Read said: “I will enjoy the jump. There are very real and definite pleasures in parachutin­g.

“It might be a little bit tricky, but I’m

willing to have a go. However, also in my heart I will be thinking of my mates – I get very moved when I think about them.

“I have lived one of the most fulfilled lives that it’s possible for a person to live and they haven’t. I’ll stand in that cemetery, speechless, and I’ll weep.”

Presented with the Chevalier medal – by order of the Legion d’Honneur – for the role he played in the operation as part of the 6th Airborne Division, Mr Read remembers the flight over was so turbulent they could barely stand, adding: “It was like riding a bucking bronco.”

He said: “You’re at your most vulnerable as a para when you’re hung by your shoulders, and you know that for every bullet you can see, there are five that you can’t.

“Up ahead you could see the most magnificen­t firework display you had ever seen in your life, except it wasn’t a firework display. It was horrendous.”

Mr Read descended amid mortar fire while an aircraft went down in flames ahead of him and shells exploded all around.

With a target just less than four miles inland, they landed with heavy equipment which was almost immediatel­y discarded as he was submerged by flood water.

He and a comrade spent 16 hours trying to get out of the swamp before seeking refuge with a French farming family and reuniting with the rest of their section.

Being an experience­d parachutis­t – most recently jumping at a similar event five years ago – Mr Hutton, from Larkfield in Kent, is not at all phased by the prospect of the descent.

Landing at Pegasus Bridge near Caen, Mr Hutton – who initially signed up as a boy soldier in Stirling aged 15 – still has shrapnel lodged in his stomach after he was injured in an explosion later in the Normandy campaign.

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Pictures: PA. Veteran Harry Read and as a 19-yearold.
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Getty. Left: Landing craft approachin­g the French coast with the first wave of troops. Above: Allied vehicles disembark on to the beaches.
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British troops go ashore and the news is reported.

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