Will be at home, watching and thinking of my dad and Grandad, involved on the front line in both wars.
My grandad, a Bolton lad, had already received a civilian award as a young miner of 15, walking back home from the
pit, in November he saw a little girl fall into the canal, or river, I forget which, but he dived in, fully dressed with his boots
still on and rescued her. He was, apparently, a brilliant, strong swimmer. He served in WW1 with the Lancashire fusiliers in
what was then Mesopotamia, crossing a bridge over the Euphrates, the bridge was shelled and two teams of horses carrying armaments
were pitched into the river, he repeated what he did in Bolton, and rescued a sergeant, sadly the others were swept away.
He received a medal for this, but nobody in the family knows what it was, he died when I was 7, and I remember a fun loving warm
and kind man, always playing pranks on me.
These lads never whinged or complained, my thoughts and love for them will be foremost in my mind come 11 November.