Today , my dad showed me a photo I had never seen before. It shows my Grandad astride a horse. He is the gentleman on the right. Part of the artillery division... At the Somme..... Moved me. I remember as a boy being fascinated by my grandads hand. It had no thumb and one finger was only half its normal size. He was with five other soldiers , when a shell exploded above them. My grandad was the only one who survived... Badly wounded he was evacuated to hospital and given an extra 65p a week for injuries sustained. I loved my grandad before. I love him even more now. Rest in peace brave soldier. Proud of you.
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