Over the years he made sure that his family and friends sported a Poppy on their jackets when mixing with the public on the lead up to remembrance day on November 11th. He also reminded us that the Poppy was in recognition and respect for the younger soldiers of closer era's - especially those in active duty. The experience that distressed him the most was that, after the war, out of the 5 friends that left their little village, he was the only one to return home. He felt so guilty facing the families of his deceased friends but they were determined he was getting a hero's welcome, which he and the neighbourhood honoured and dedicated to those lost.
The picture below is of him with other musical comrades entertaining the troops and companies. Typically, he's the one on guitar!
Miss you so much, auld yin. Your music and talent still oozes down through the family bloodline. And so it will continue.....it's just a shame peace isn't hereditary
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