Grandpa

My mums Dad. He fought in 1 and 2, prisoner in both. My mum never really knew him until she met him when he was freed from a German prison camp where he was an inmate for 5 years. She met him on her 6th Birthday, as he was piped down the street on his return to Dennistoun, Glasgow. They had a neighbourhood party for him, and as the party was winding down, my poor 6 year old mum turned to her mum as asked “when is that man leaving?” He more than made it up to her, and she idolized her day for the rest of her life.