Monday, 22 September 2014

Chelsea Pensioners get behind the Invictus Games

Captain of Invalids Lt Col Rupert Lucas’ blog on the Chelsea Pensioners’ unwavering support for injured service personnel during the first ever Invictus Games.   


Chelsea Pensioners: '#IAM behind Invictus London'

“The Invictus Games truly captured the nation’s hearts and all at the Royal Hospital Chelsea were thrilled to see the wonderful support given to the young, courageous veterans.

“Chelsea Pensioners were fully behind the games as soon as they were announced, including pensioner Alan Lee who lost his leg in World War II.  He met Invictus Games Team GB team hopeful Mike Goody who lost part of his leg in Afghanistan, to give him some advice before the tournament.  Their meeting, which included them comparing their prosthetic legs, was filmed for the BBC 2 documentary ‘Countdown to the Invictus Games’.

Chelsea Pensioner Alan Lee talking to Mike Goody

“Alan and fellow pensioners Ray, Jim, Joe, Jim and Marjorie joined members of the British Team at the Invictus Games on opening night.  Highlights of this wonderful ceremony included a brilliant speech by the driving force of the games HRH Prince Harry.

“A few days later a group of Chelsea Pensioners were also delighted to watch some exciting matches in the Wheelchair Rugby competition between the USA, Australia, Denmark, Great Britain and Italy. Great Britain eventually won the Gold Medal narrowly beating the USA in a gripping final.

Chelsea Pensioners in the Copperbox

“The Chelsea Pensioners were delighted to be able to offer their support and backing to all of the teams taking part.  The huge success of the first ever games was testament to the bravery and determination of the competitors, as well as the visionary leadership from HRH Prince Harry and his dedicated team.

“We look forward to supporting the next year’s games.”

The opening ceremony 


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Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Chelsea Pensioners attend First World War Remembrance Service in Dublin

A group of Irish and British Chelsea Pensioners visited Dublin last week to take part in the Royal British Legion Ireland’s First World War Remembrance service.

Activities Coordinator Theresa Ayeche and Captain of Invalids Lt Col Rupert Lucas accompanied them on the trip; here are Rupert’s impressions of the very special visit:  

“Eight Irish and British Chelsea Pensioners, Theresa and I travelled to Dublin last week to attend five days of events, starting with the Royal British Legion Ireland’s Annual Ceremony of Remembrance.  

“Chelsea Pensioner Paddy Teegan and myself both laid wreaths on behalf of the Royal Hospital, at a ceremony that was especially poignant as the centenary of the outbreak of WWI approaches.



“The next day we attended the Irish National Day of Commemoration Ceremony.  This moving ceremony, led by the President Michael Higgins was held at another Royal Hospital, the Royal Hospital Kilmainham. 

“It was opened two years prior to the Royal Hospital Chelsea and remained a home for old soldiers until 1927.  It was fascinating to visit another Royal Hospital; the buildings had so many similarities to our own.

“After the ceremony was over, the party met the Chief of Staff of the Irish Defence Forces Lieutenant General Conor O’Boyle who welcomed us all and then said how pleased he was to see the Chelsea Pensioners in Dublin.   

“During the visit we also went to Leopardstown Park Hospital where a number of retired British Army personnel and their wives are resident.  Chelsea Pensioner Mick Shanahan played his bagpipes and led us into the hospital and then played a number of well-known tunes for residents and staff during the visit.


“The Pensioners also went to the British Ambassador’s Residence where we were kindly hosted by Dominick and Jane Chilcott, and witnessed the presentation of an Arctic Star Medal to the relatives of Petty Officer Jim Whelan RN who served on HMS Renown in the Arctic during the Second World War.


“The Chelsea Pensioners thoroughly enjoyed the trip and were honoured to be invited to the Irish National Day of Commemoration Ceremony. 

“Chelsea Pensioner Paddy Fox, who saw photographs of himself at the newly created excellent exhibition of the Royal Hospital Kilmainham, commented that it was the most enjoyable visit that he had taken part in during the twelve years that he has been at Chelsea.      

“We hope to visit again next year.”





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Friday, 4 July 2014

A trip down memory lane

This week 12 Chelsea Pensioners visited the Lydd Ranges in Kent.  Captain of Invalids Lt Col Rupert Lucas accompanied them.

‘As a Captain of Invalids I oversee the welfare of Chelsea Pensioners, helping them with everything from health needs to finance.

‘One of the most enjoyable parts of my role is accompanying the Pensioners on visits, whether it be for ceremonial occasions, fundraisers or military events.

‘On Wednesday 12 Chelsea Pensioners were invited to visit Lydd Ranges, a military firing range near Romney.  We were hosted by Majors Rick Beven, the Senior Range Safety Officer, and Pat O’Reilly who runs the ranges and has been there for 23 years.

Chelsea Pensioners with Majors Rick Bevan and Pat O'Reilly

‘Soldiers of the Grenadier Guards and Welsh Guards were training there and we were lucky enough to spend part of the day talking with them.

‘Chelsea Pensioners Skippy Teasdale, Alan Collins and Jo Shorthall were introduced to the SA 80 Rifles, and Alan Goddard also got an opportunity to meet members of his old Regiment.

Chelsea Pensioner Alan Goddard with his old Regiment 

‘We then went to the Individual Battle Shooting Range where we watched soldiers from the Welsh Guards conduct field firing training before joining them for a delicious Range Stew Lunch.

‘Pensioner Barbara Whilds especially enjoyed the visit and said it was such a wonderful opportunity to see the regular army conducting operation training.

‘For Pensioner Steve Lovelock, who in the 1960s had lived near the Hythe Ranges, it was a trip down memory lane – he was shown his old house by non-other than the Mayor of Hythe!  

The delicious Range Stew lunch

‘The Royal Hospital Chelsea would like to thank everyone involved in making the Pensioners’ trip to Lydd Ranges such an enjoyable one.’


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Friday, 27 June 2014

My father, a Prisoner of War

This is the story of the actions of Stanley Shuter, soldier and Prisoner of War during World War I, as told by his son, Chelsea Pensioner John Shuter. 

'Stanley Shuter, his brother William and father William Henry, joined the Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry (OBLI) during World War I.  By 1916, all three were serving on the Western Front but in different Battalions, namely the 3rd, 1st/4th and 2nd/4th.

‘My father Stanley wrote to his eldest brother suggesting that it was unfair on his step-mother that she should be left without all of her men.  The boys got together and petitioned that their Dad should be sent home. I have no record of what my grandfather thought of this, but in the end this middle-aged man was eventually posted back to England.

‘All survived the war, but my father was badly damaged. Here is his story:

John's father Stanley Shuter and his uncle William Shuter

‘The Allied attacks on the Western Front suffered unsustainable casualties in both the French and British armies in 1917. Thus, by the following spring, the British agreed to extend the line they held southwards into the longer line previously held by the French.

‘The latter, however, had not developed the continuous line of trenches so widely used elsewhere. The British 5th Army took over isolated redoubts, which were intended to support each other by fire.

‘However, on 21st March 1918, enemy shock troops stole through the foggy dawn to bypass the redoubts themselves and to press on far beyond.

‘The 2nd/4th Battalion of the Oxford and Bucks Light Infantry’s headquarters often sent out its signallers with orders for their own forward companies. On that day, Private Stanley Shuter was found to be suffering from Trench Foot, a form of rot which rendered him unfit for running messages. Thus when the big German breakthrough occurred, he was confined to telephone duties in the HQ dug-out.

‘The Germans, bypassing the Oxford’s HQ, broke through to the British Brigade HQ some miles in the rear who maintained phone contact until they themselves were overrun. This did, however, keep open the link with the Oxfords and the Divisional HQ several miles further until that too was overrun. Then they closed down and wished Shuter luck!

‘The few in Battalion HQ gradually faded away; even the Commanding Officer went off on a recce and was not seen there again. It later transpired that the CO had been wounded, captured and later escaped.

‘According to standing orders, Shuter, still at British HQ, smashed all the equipment and then came up to find German field guns at point blank range and aligned on the dug out entrance. He was of course captured, but in view of his condition he was after some delay sent to a German hospital.  Like thousands of others, he was reported ‘missing believed killed’.

‘After some five months, however, word reached the regiment and family in Oxford. He was alive – just!

‘Shortly before the war’s end, he, with other comrades, had been placed for farm work in detention near Freiburg, south Germany. Food was stolen from the fields and had to be eaten raw. Boiled stinging nettles were a luxury. The few who escaped walked some one hundred miles to arrive at Nancy, newly liberated by the Americans. Stanley quickly returned to England, he arrived weighing some six stone and having lost all his teeth at the age of twenty.

‘Stanley didn’t see active service in WWII, he’d retired from the army the year before it all started.  He was working as a printer in Oxford back then and spent a lot of the time locked up in a room on his own, printing secret codes for the Admiralty - a very important job.

John Shuter has been a Chelsea Pensioner for nine years

‘It took years for my father to tell me what had happened to him during the Great War.  Perhaps he told me because I went into World War II at 18 and a half, a similar age to him when he was sent abroad for the First World War.

'We were both awarded five medals each for our service in the Army.’




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Friday, 13 June 2014

“I’ve been moved from the seventeenth century to the twenty-first.”

Chelsea Pensioner Gordon ‘Sandy’ Sanders was one of the first pensioners to move into the newly refurbished Long Wards in the Royal Hospital Chelsea.   As part of the renovation programme all berths in the Long Wards are being updated from their original 1692 design of nine by nine foot rooms with only communal bathroom facilities, to newly refurbished rooms each with an en-suite bathroom, bedroom and study. 

Sandy, who served in the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers for 24 years, shares his account of life at the Royal Hospital and why he’s honoured to be staying in the Freemasons’ berth, which was officially opened by HRH The Duke of Kent KG last week.

HRH The Duke of Kent and Chelsea Pensioner Sandy at the Freemasons' berth opening ceremony

“My name is Gordon ‘Sandy’ Sanders.  I am 77 years of age and I am very proud to be a Chelsea Pensioner.  I’ve been at the Royal Hospital for about five and a half years now.  It was loneliness that made me come in; my wife died in 2007 and by the middle of 2008 I’d had enough of being on my own.

“We’d been married 48 years and after that length of time your spouse is everything to you.  After her death I was so lonely and I was talking to my niece about how was feeling and she mentioned the Royal Hospital Chelsea to me.  Her father-in-law was already here and she put me in touch with him.  That was it really; I came down, met Pat, did my four-day stay and moved in on 5 January 2009.

“One of the best things about living here is the comradeship and the banter that goes with it.  The banter in the Army never changes; it really doesn’t matter if you’re 19-years-old or 90.  Like most people here I settled in very quickly because it’s a recall to a life you’ve already lived.  Once you’ve hit the route for a week or two, you’re in it forever.  We’re all completely and utterly Khaki institionalised.  

“I spend half of my week helping the fundraising team raise money for the Royal Hospital.  Otherwise I got out shopping or meet my girlfriend who lives nearby.  We also get invited out all over the place as Chelsea Pensioners, not just locally but nationally and internationally.  I’ve been to the Channel Islands a couple of times and got invited to a lot of events for HM The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee.   

“Wearing the scarlet uniforms we do get lots of attention, and to be honest I do find it a bit embarrassing sometimes.  The extroverts among us love it though.

“There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be at this point in my life.  There’s nowhere else that compares with here; as a home and sheltered accommodation, it’s beyond reproach.  

“The new accommodation here is no less than fantastic.  I’ve been moved from the 17th to the 21st century.  It’s a different world compared to the old block, it was 87 paces to the communal bathroom from my room before.

Sandy in his newly refurbished berth

“I was very pleased when I was selected to go in the Freemasons berth at the Hospital, it really was quite an honour.  The Freemasons’ Grand Charity have been very generous and have given a number of donations over the years, including £50,000 for the Long Wards refurbishment.  

“I’m a member of the Freemasons myself; I joined when I came out of the Army.  It was a substitute fraternity to me and the nearest thing to the Army that I found from the friendship point of view and of course there was a lot of meaning to it too.  As a charity organisation itself, it is probably the biggest in the country. 

“I’ve tried to develop the links with the Freemasons and the Royal Hospital over the years and I am very grateful for their ongoing support.   Like most Pensioners here, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” 



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Wednesday, 4 June 2014

The Day a Deadly V2 Hit The Royal Hospital Chelsea

On 3rd January 1945, a German V2 struck the Royal Hospital Chelsea with devastating consequences. Here follows the first-hand account of that attack from a survivor; Ralph May. Ralph’s father, Captain Geoffrey May MC, who lost a leg at Gallipoli, was a Captain of Invalids at the Royal Hospital between 1931 and 1956.

Captain G. C. May MC pictured at the Royal Hospital Chelsea 

‘I was 17½ in January 1945. I had enlisted in the Army in York, from school, as early as I could (I think I was 17 ¼) as I did not want to be sent as a Bevin Boy down the mines. If you volunteered for the Army you avoided this. I was studying for Higher Certificate but I knew I would leave at the end of the school year in 1945, on a course which was to last two years, and I knew had little chance of passing. I had my medical and told the recruiters that they could take me into the Army now - but they told me that as I was still at school, they would not call me up until I was 18. In the meantime I was on the Reserve.

‘I started the Christmas holidays with a party of boys from the school, with Fr Jerome Lambert, at Watt's Sea School at Bursledon on the Hamble. We had been there the year before in December 1943 and learnt seamanship on a steam yacht on which we did various duties as crew, steaming around the Solent. There were two seagoing yachts at the school and, with Jerome, we also sailed around the Solent which was exciting as the area was full of landing craft and, although we did not know what they were for, Caissons for the Mulberry Harbour anchored in the Solent. On our second year, 1944, we spent most of the time in the yachts and went over to Cowes where we got fogbound (the same fog that came down over the Battle of the Bulge in Belgium). We spent two nights at Quarr Abbey, which at that time, was almost entirely manned by French Monks. Jerome had been sent there as a young monk to learn French. The Solent was almost deserted in contrast with the previous year, December 1943.

‘We were home in time for Christmas and sometime before Christmas, my parents and I went to the theatre. London was being bombarded with VIs and V2s, but one never thought that anything would damage us. On the way home, in the black out, we caught a bus and were on the way down Whitehall, when we heard one of the V1s and to our horror the engine stopped and· we all, except my father, got ·onto the floor. The V1 exploded somewhere we thought in St. James' Park or that way and we all got up. My father said he could not get down on the floor with his one leg, and anyway if it was going to hit us there was nothing he could do about it. The driver lost his nerve and said he was going back to the garage and we all had to get out. So there we were in the middle of Whitehall, in the blackout, no taxis, and I wondered how I was going to get my parents’ home. By the Grace of God, another bus came along, a 39, and we got home! We spent Christmas Day at the Dower House and I have a picture of my parents getting into the car at the RHC to go.

The Mays setting off to have lunch with family 10 days before tragedy struck

‘On the morning of the 3rd January, my father had to go to the funeral of Captain Lockley, one of the Captain of lnvalids and left early in the morning. Elizabeth Mitchell (Now Lukas), was living with us and she had gone to work. So there was just my mother and me. We had had breakfast and she was hoovering the drawing room and I was washing up in the kitchen which was next to the drawing room. The kitchen sink was by the window on to the North Front, but I think there was only one piece of glass in the window. Most of our windows had been blown out. I just moved from the sink to a cupboard which was next to the sink, away from the window, when there was a flash and the floor gave way and I felt as if l was sinking into the ground. I thought at first that it was a nightmare. I think I must have passed out for a time. When I came to, I realized that we had been hit by a V2. I heard Paul Fitzgerald, the Secretary's son, asking if anyone was there. I told him that I was OK but my mother was in the drawing room.


A dreaded V2

‘I seemed to be in a pocket of space with a carpet holding up the rubble above me. I heard the people above me clearing the rubble and thought that they might bring the whole house on top of me. The dust must have settled, as I saw some daylight below me which was the cellar of the Dean's house next door. I was trapped by the hips and had to force myself out of the trap and managed to slide down the rubble into the Dean's nursery. The Dean's house was about to collapse as well. I tried to stand and found that my legs collapsed. I shouted that I was in the cellar, and they put a ladder down in the area which was between the houses and the road. 'Titch', the Hospital' electrician, arrived down and I remember saying to him that I was 6' tall and he was small and would not be able to lift me. But he got into a fireman's lift and got me up the ladder. He was very plucky to come down and get me.

‘I don't remember much after that. As I was on a stretcher, I saw Kenneth and Margaret Dean wandering around their ruined house but I don't remember the ambulance or getting to St Stephens Hospital in the Fulham Road. By now I was being doped with morphia and noticed very little going on around me. I was evidently in a large hall next to the hospital. In the bed was a heated cage which was burning me, and I got the next door neighbour to get a nurse to turn the heating off. I was put in a plaster from my ribs to my back which was not comfortable.

I remember my father coming in to see me, and tell me that they were still looking for my mother. It was the only time I saw him nearly break down. I felt so sorry for him and could do nothing to help him. It must have been appalling for him. How he stood up to it I do not know. I don't know how long I was in St Stephens Hospital, but I do remember Aunt Kathleen, my Nightingale Aunt, coming to see me, and evidently she was not impressed and anyway V2's were still landing on London.  She managed to get me moved to Botley Park Hospital at Chertsey. This was a Military Orthopaedic Hospital. It was at large hutted Hospital with each London Hospital having a ward­ so there was the St. Thomas', Middlesex, Westminster, Barts, QAIMNS wards etc. I was put into the Thomas' Ward. I don't remember the journey or arriving at Botley Park as I was still doped (Indeed I could hardly wait for the next four hourly fix!).

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Captain Ralph May on his wedding day in 1957

‘I do remember a Surgeon saying by my bed "If you want this boy to walk again, get that bloody plaster off him". I soon got into the routine of the Hospital and found that I was in with a lot of soldiers who had been wounded in Belgium and Holland. Most were having bone and skin grafts and some were having amputations. They were very kind to me and soon accepted me. Sister was strict but kind and the nurses were super. We also had two Canadian VAD's who were not allowed to do anything but produce water and empty ash trays. They were both very pretty and much admired by the soldiers. I had a lot of physio by a large woman who had been an international hockey player and looked like it. I rather dreaded her torture. But for her I would not be walking. I progressed from a wheel chair to crutches and got around the hospital. I was made to go to have tea with a friend of Aunt Kathleen's who was the sister of the Convalescent ward. These were rather painful occasions, but she must have been kind to think of me.

‘I went twice to the Operating Theatre, but God knows what they did to me. People came round from the local area and used to put cigarettes at the end of the beds. I used to say that I was not a soldier, but it made no difference and cigarettes still appeared. I must have smoked a lot. Sometimes, in the middle of the night the lights would go on and the speakers would say that a Convoy was arriving. These Convoys had those who had been wounded that morning in Belgium or Holland. One night I had a Moroccan who had had his hands blown off by a booby trap that morning and the blood was seeping through his plaster. He was there for a night before he was moved on. For sometime we had a young night nurse from the Westminster.  She was very good to me when I could not sleep. She was a Catholic and wheeled me to Mass on Sundays. She also sometimes took me to concerts that used to come to the Hospital. She was very pretty and I rather fell for her. She didn't like working in a Thomas's Ward!

The memorial to those who died on 3rd January 1945 can be found on the colonnade at the Royal Hospital Chelsea

‘My father came down to see me.  It must have been quite a trek for him. He never showed how awful it all must have been for him. He was always cheerful. I was shielded from the shock of my mother's  death, the sorting out of the ruined house {and the looting that went on), the funeral and all the tragedy of it, by being in hospital and doped for some time. One of the first to come and see me was Fr Jerome from Ampleforth. This was very kind of him. Part of the 'Benedictine After Care'! The Officer's  Ward Sister was Alice Saxby who was Bridget's Matron at Sister Agnes' in the '50's. She had heard that there was an Ampleforth boy in the Hospital and sent an OA from the Officers’ Ward to see me. We had little in common as he was much older than me.

‘I left Hospital in late March. My father drove us down to a bed and breakfast near Osbourne House on the Isle of Wight. He had been in the Officer's Convalescent Home there at some time. There was a small golf course and I used to walk round with him, hitting the odd ball, which got me going. I told him that there was little point in my going back to school, but he was living in one room and sharing the small house with the Padre and there was little room for me, so I spent my last term at school, doing little work but enjoying the summer. VE Day came and there was a holiday and large bonfire in the valley, but I did not feel like going to the festivities. I found to my horror that I could not bowl at cricket. I tried but my legs would not stand me and my arm ached all the way down to the palm of my hand when I bowled. At the end of the term I went to Islay with a party from school - an adventurous camp in which we found a 'U' Boat stranded on the rocks which the RN were towing to the Clyde from Iceland and had lost it in a storm. We went to the Coastguard to tell him of the submarine, after we had got on board and tried to open the hatch which had been soldered. He told us that the RN was looking for it.

Captain Ralph May with his son Peter at The Border Regiment barracks, Carlisle Castle

‘By the time I got home, my father had been re-housed and we camped in the house doing our own cooking until his two sisters arrived to organise the place. I was called up two days after my 18th birthday on 15th August 1945- VJ Day! I never had another medical after the one I had had in York in October '44. I had to report to Brookwood Station with others and taken to the Barracks at Blackdown near Aldershot to the 29th Training Battalion. I was the only Public School Boy in my Barrack Room. It was medical after the one I had had in York in October '44. I had to report to Brookwood Station with others and taken to the Barracks at Blackdown near Aldershot to the 29th Training Battalion. I was the only Public School Boy in my Barrack Room. It was quite a shock to find how the other half lived, but they were the 'salt of the earth'. They all came from the North and were going into North Country Regiments from Yorkshire and Lancashire and some from Glasgow. I had a very painful time as a recruit going on route marches and assault courses, but my 'mates' were very kind to me and helped me when I was having trouble with my leg. So I started my Army Career.'

Reproduced by the kind permission of Bridget May, widow of the late Ralph May

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Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Introduce a Friend to the Royal Hospital Chelsea and win a Roberts Revival Digital Radio

Introduce a Friend to the Royal Hospital Chelsea for your chance to win a Roberts Revival RD60 DAB Digital Radio. 10 runners-up will receive a £20 John Lewis voucher.



The more Friends you introduce, the more chance you have of winning!

HOW TO ENTER THE PRIZE DRAW
To introduce a Friend to the Royal Hospital Chelsea, simply ask them to write your name
in the Personal Details section of the Enrolment Form in the Friends brochure. Click here to request a Friends brochure.

Once their application has been processed, your name will be entered into the Prize Draw to win the Roberts Digital Radio.

Good luck!

TERMS AND CONDITIONS
1. All Friends of the Royal Hospital Chelsea that introduce a person to become a Friend of the Royal Hospital Chelsea in their own right, and that person has their Friends membership accepted, between 1st April 2014 and 30th June 2014 will be entered into the free prize draw.
2. One successful introduction will result in one entry into the prize draw regardless of the level at which they join; i.e. Platinum, Gold or Silver. Multiple entries are permissible. Therefore, each Friend introduced will result in a separate prize draw entry.
3. Winners must be aged 18 or over, an existing Friend or Corporate Friend of the Royal Hospital Chelsea and resident in the UK.
4. Employees of the Royal Hospital Chelsea or any of its subsidiary companies, their families, agents or anyone connected with this promotion will not be eligible to win.
5. By introducing a Friend to the Royal Hospital Chelsea you will be a participant in this prize draw and, therefore, bound by these terms and conditions.
6. The winner of the main prize and the ten runners-up will be selected at random by 7th July 2014 from all those who have successfully recommended another person to join as a Friend of the Royal Hospital Chelsea between 1st April 2014 and 30th June 2014 regardless of the level at which they join; i.e. Platinum, Gold or Silver.
7. The winner of the main prize and the ten runners-up will be notified by post by 14th July 2014.
8. The main prize is a Roberts Revival RD60 DAB Digital Radio available in a choice of 15 colours and a two year guarantee.
9. There are ten runners-up prizes each of a £20 voucher that can be used at any John Lewis or Waitrose store or on-line at johnlewis.com.
10. All prizes will be dispatched by guaranteed delivery within 21 days of the winners being notified.
11. The prizes are not transferable and no cash alternative will be offered.
12. If you are a winner, the Royal Hospital Chelsea may request that you participate in any publicity or promotion organised by the Royal Hospital including promotional photographs.
Promoter: The Friends of the Royal Hospital Chelsea, Royal Hospital Road, Chelsea, London, SW3 4SR
www.chelsea-pensioners.org.uk


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