My grandfather (God bless him) used to make me a nice cup of 'NAFFI tea' and regale me with stories of our finest hour - and how he single-handedly kicked the Desert Fox out of North Africa. His tattoos told stories all by themselves ("this one's from Egypt, this one Libya, this from Beirut and this one's from the Holy Land"). A strong man, simple, straightforward, good and kind (though he wasn't averse to nicking rabbits from the officers' mess to send home to the wife and kids back in Brixton!). He was my hero from a heroic generation. He also told me the serious stories about the Depression in the 30s, convinced the charity of the Salvation Army helped get them through. It was a privilege to have known and loved him. Now I'm telling these stories to my kids - even bought a quadruple CD collection of Churchill's speeches (and got all tearful listening to the buggers on the tube). I even took my eldest to El Alamein last year. Lest we forget.God bless the RAF, the army, navy and NAFFI, the Sally Ann, Rommel, Monty and Mr Churchill![To this day I still like my tea strong and stewed]
Fraser Pearce ● 6521d