To the living we owe respect. To the dead, only truth.

[littleonionz]

The first thing I knew about my uncle Jim was that he was a scary bastard. Or rather, not him, but the hand tinted picture of him that sat on the fireplace in *my* bedroom when I was a child. Smart black uniform, cute smile, pencil thin, Errol Flynn moustache. He clearly got all the looks whereas my dear old Dad got to be a Harold Lloyd lookalike.

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[nyarbaggytep]

He sounds amazing

[littleonionz]

I would like to think so, but he died so young,(23). He ran away to join up and lied about his age. I think he was 15 when he enlisted. He was serving in India and his ship was diverted to Crete. He died on the beach, they had very little chance against the entrenched German positions. A chap who lived very close to us in Shipley saw it happen, apparently. My Gran was sent a bill for the blanket they buried him in.