Before the war he lived in Grays, Essex in the south of the UK. He joined the reservist wartime regiment, the 12th Devonshires who were an airborne regiment. He used to play in a marching band before the war. I still have the now rather battered cornet that he played. My father, his elder brother gave it to me when I was a young boy.
He underwent training with the 12th Devonshires and amongst other things completed a demolitions course. He also was reprimanded for going AWOL..
He went over On D+1 and landed on Sword Beach as part of the D-Day invasion. He spent time in norther Europe up until he was shot and wounded in August 1944 and he was sent back to the UK to recuperate in hospital. He returned to Europe in October 1944.
Operation Varsity
At some point he must have returned to the UK as he then took part in the airborne Operation Varsity, the crossing of the Rhine. He was glider born and would have taken off from I believe RAF Rivenhall in Essex, towed probably by a Halifax aircraft.
What follows was relayed to me by the son of Owens friend Edward Hurrell who was with him on the glider. I made contact with his son during my long research into my Uncles time at war and he related his father’s story and the black and white photograph of my uncle to me. His Glider crash on landing killing some of the soldiers in the front of the glider.
Owens task was to blow the rear of the glider off to extract the equipment that the glider was carrying. Presumably, a vehicle or artillery. I don’t know. It was while he was laying the charges, he was shot in the neck. Owen was just 24 when he was Killed in Action in March 1945. He died in the arms of his friend Edward Hurrell. The original photograph was colourised for me by my eldest son as a birthday gift for me. The original was taken by war photographer Jimmy Christie who just happened to be on my uncles glider. It shows my uncle Owen looking straight at the camera. His friend Edward is to his right. The soldier in the foreground is sadly unknown to me.
German grave
I have visited his grave in the Commonwealth Graves cemetery near Kleve in Germany twice now. Once in 2015 on the 70th anniversary of his death when I went with my eldest son, and once more recently when I was visiting some friends in Holland. I plan to return once more hopefully next year in March on the 80th anniversary of his death.
Story by David Hillier, Owen's nephew