I never met my Grandad.
He was gassed and though his eyes recovered his lungs were fucked.
By the end he could produce a yard of phlegm. impressive urgh?
He did survive the war and lived for many years... though humiliated by means tests and bureaucratic and bourgeoisie scum.
He wore the words "love,hate" on his knuckles, My older cousins say he was great....
When our bankers and masters took on Hitler, His sons all volunteered... and the State took 'em, though one was 16 and another just 14.
The eldest had just been offered a professional football contract...shame really, the war smashed his leg in. Though after the war Leicester City FC (they were a man short that day!) still gave him a game against Chelsea.
All of this is a by the by....
John Hutton... Three things,
The US President is not your boss.
How dare you compare Omar to Hitler.
Afghanistan can not be won... Don't waste lives and time.
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