George Frederick Peters was the son of George Thomas and Dorothy Mary Peters, of Guildford, Surrey; husband of Kathleen Elsie Peters. He was granted a commission and volunteered for airborne forces.
Lieutenant Peters successfully completed a parachute course at RAF Ringway on course number 1 advanced, from 3 to 15 November 1941 and was posted to Mortar Platoon, 9th Battalion, The Parachute Regiment and took part in operation Overlord (Normandy).
Lt Peters was killed in action on 6 June 1944, age 23, and was given a field burial at Gonneville-sur-Merville and was re-interred to Ranville War Cemetery, Calvados, France, on 16 July 1945.
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" It was about twenty to seven in the morning, when all hell broke loose! The naval bombardment of the beaches had started; it was worth a guinea a minute – unbelievable. Then suddenly I heard a noise and I shouted to the chaps to get down. Unfortunately our little lane had high hedges on both sides and no ditches. I threw myself on top of Lieutenant Peters, and realised that we'd been caught in pattern bombing from low-flying aircraft, and it was horrible. When, thank God, they'd gone, I raised myself on my arms and looked around. This little lane was clouded with dust and dirt and stank of cordite and death. Then I saw a leg in the middle of the road. I knew I had been hit, but when I took another look I saw it had a brown boot on, and I knew it wasn't mine. The only chap in the brigade who got away with wearing brown boots was the mortar officer of the 9th Battalion, Lieutenant Peters, and I was lying right on top of him and he was dead. His leg had been severed from his body, yet I was alive. I had been saved because I had a towel and a spare pair of pants in the bottom of my jumping smock, but my water bottle had shattered and I had lost most of my left backside".
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