
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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Dad did a couple of times, then stopped. And his sister, who lived a lot closer than we did, went to see Gran a lot, grinning her way through it all and answering her questions on where cousin X(sister's son) was and how he was doing.
Cousin X died about two years previously, possibly by suicide.
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