Thanks Di, your a star... from what i know about my grandad he was apparently a bit of a character when he was a lad...
although you wouldnt have thought that the mild mannered quietly spoken man had it in him
he grew up in the area around summer lane which had a reputation of a bit of a hard area... he followed after his dad and joined the army between the wars but absconded twice from the army (the first time about a week into basic training) before deserting for 7 months...
after this he went straight and when he was posted abroad he spent just under 6 years continuously overseas ranging from sudan, egypt, palestine and bombay...
it was here that he suffered the injury that ended his career and ensured he wouldnt fight again, they used to wear gaiters, anklets to stop sand, stones etc... from entering the boot, unfortunately they rubbed and caused open weeping sores on his legs which became infected in the hot weather. He suffered from this for the rest of his life... he worked as a driver for a scrap metal work company in brum after WW2 and so the story goes whilst stepping down got his leg caught in the footplate of the truck literally ripping all the skin from his already open wounds :stressed:
He died in 1979 but i have fond memories of pops, he had a penchant for whiskey (something i have inherited) and also i remember his fondness for sterilised milk and him using a bucket for a wee at night... both throwbacks of living back to back... sadly missed but fondly remembered