My Grandad's diary is in the British war museum (or whatever it's called)He escaped from a concentration camp, and died of cancer two weeks before I was born.
Aaah, the irony.
I plan on being run over by an ambulance one day.
(Aaah, the irony.
I plan on being run over by an ambulance one day.
gronkpan https://twitter.com/VomitingLarry,
Tue 29 Mar 2005, 14:02,
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my grandads unclewas shot at crew after the end ww1 when the one of the celabrating tommys dropped his gun and it shot him. My grandad was a known anarchist and didn't get called up, but did get nicked for not reporting for war, he went to trial and said "but I want to go so I can spread my political beleifs among the soldiers" they sent hiom home again
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Vultan the real one I threw my little yellow shoe,
Tue 29 Mar 2005, 14:17,
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