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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(, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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He only ever spoke about it once to my dad. Turns out he was pushing lots of dead bodies into a mass grave with a bulldozer :( Not surprising he didn't want to talk about it.
(, Tue 7 Jun 2011, 2:05, 2 replies)
Sadly my grandad is no longer with us to confirm that though :(
He described it to me simply as "worse than you can possibly imagine hell to be"
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