In memory of a wonderful grandfather, just one of many whose life was never the same after their experiences of conflict and war. He never talked very much about it but what he did relate was so very sad and really beyond the comprehension of those who had no first hand knowledge. Particularly distressing for him on his return was when his mother turned away in tears at his injuries. For all he had seen and the mates he had lost he remained a gentle man and is still missed nearly 40 years after his passing.

To my grandfather whose life was defined by his service in WW1. He was rescued from the battlefield close to death from wounds including a bullet that entered the side of his head, went through the back of his tongue and exited his jaw. He spent the next 20 years being operated on in England and Dunedin as one of the first recipients of plastic surgery. His injuries and disfigurement meant that he was unable to work and he received a war pension for the rest of his life. He always said lying about his age was the stupidest thing he ever did and war was a terrible thing. In spite of what life dealt him he was never bitter but a patient, kind man who was much loved.