my great grand pa served with the tyneside scottish in WW1 and i knew him until i was 11 when he died. He was a glass blower for a german company before the war, and went over the top on the first day of the somme. His outfit suffered some of the worst casualties that day. He had shrapnel in his head the day he died, was a hard drinking and fighting man but loved us all. he never spoke about what he went through but i loved sitting on his knee and listening to his banter. Feel guilty about getting stressed by my stresses when next to his generation our stresses are nothing. What brought this on tonight well i was on my own and made the mistake of watching the movie warhorse. With that back drop a tear jerker that made me think about him.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 15:26:44 +0000
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