Thursday, 11 November 2010
As befitting on Armistice Day, this blog is dedicated to my grandfather who fought at Ypres in the 1914-1918 Great War. At the age of 17, he was sent to the front lines and was bombarded by shells and shrapnel. During one particularly bad shelling attack, he was badly injured and lost his leg. All of his friends and comrades were killed that day. I never knew my grandfather but have heard many stories about him and his life during the war and his not-so-honourable treatment on his return. Each November, I'm immensely proud to wear a poppy to remember the terrible sacrifice the millions made during the First World War and the subsequent wars and conflicts thereafter.