Joli Stewart is raised in the lap of luxury on her father's plantation near Charleston, South Carolina. High spirited, non-traditional and head strong, Joli refuses to accept any interference in her life or her romantic decisions. Follow her life dur
My father was a Dubliner and my mother – a Berliner. She left the Reich in 1935, when she was 25 years old, and met my father in London. Her half-brother, Willi, joined the SS before the war. He was a Sergeant in the 2nd SS-Panzer Division Das Reich. Willi was taken prisoner towards the end of the war and sent to Siberia. When I visited him in Hamburg he introduced me to some of his comrades, who gave me an interesting perspective of the war.
When I finished university I joined the army as an officer cadet. After my commission I joined an Artillery Regiment. In 1971 I was in charge of Infantry Troops on the border of Northern Ireland. We arrested four armed IRA-men. It was shown on a TV news bulletin. A few weeks later we discovered explosives, destinators and a copy of the terrorist handbook in a cottage on the side of a hill, overlooking Carlingford Lough. When I was in India in late 1971 and 1972 the Bengalis from East Pakistan (now: Bangladesh) separated from the Punjabis in West Pakistan. Their air force attacked Indian airfields, but surrendered to Indira Ghandi two weeks later.
I retired as a Captain when I was 28 years old, and joined a show jumping team as a horseman. Later I set up a travel company, which operated camping tours in Western and Eastern Europe. Transport was one of my interests; especially heavy goods vehicles (HGVs) and I started a heavy haulage company.
During my life I lived in Germany and had an off-licence business in Warsaw, Poland.