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I do not have enough knowledge to get involved in the conversation but I can tell you that my dad was a volunteer in WW1. When it was discovered that he was underage he was kept on as a horseback messenger until a horse kicked him and smashed his right knee. He was demobed and always wore a caliper or leg iron after that. I can still remember the smell of the Wintergreen oil he used to rub on his leg.
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