WW2 Memories of Alec Anthon by Jane Akshar

The story below has been sent to us by Jane Akshar, in her words she describes her father and him serving during WW2.

“Shawali Pascha, Cairo; Aboukir, Almaza, Jerusalem, Nairobi, Somalia faded names from the back of black and white photographs in my father’s wonderful handwriting tells the story of his time in the army 14449457 RAOC and Intelligence Corp.”

Alec's handwriting on the back of a photo

“Alexander L Anthon 27/7/1925 – 22/2/2008 (known as Alec) spent several years stationed out in these exotic places.”

Alec Anthon in Somalia

“He was awarded the General Service Medal Palestine 1945-48 which along with other family service medals I have proudly framed on my wall. This wall is in Egypt and dad’s service, my grandmother’s love of the country is why I am here now running a tourism business flatsinluxor.co.uk.”


“My grandmother loved the history of Ancient Egypt and while dad served there he bought some lovely little figurines of egyptian gods as a present for her. These have been handed on to me along with the love of Egyptology. Just shows you what can happen.”

Small Statues of the Gods

“Dad joined up aged 19 to do his national service. He was from a working class family and going into the Army gave him so many opportunities. Dad was a linguist. He had learnt from his father who came from South Africa Swahili and Afrikaans and when the Army caught hold of this they grabbed him for the Intelligence Corp, he was eventually commissioned as Lieutenant quite a feat for the son of a carpenter.”

Alec in Aboukir

Alec Anthon in the Records Library, Cairo

“He worked in force broadcasting and enjoyed his time abroad.  He learned Arabic and Hebrew which was quite handy when I married an Arab.  He eventually served 13 years and I think it is safe to say it was the best years of his life. The Intelligence Corp had it’s 50th anniversary 20th July 1990 and there is another very proud photograph in the album of their reunion.”

Jane Akshar, Luxor, Egypt

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