Grandpa it was a privilege to have time with you when I was young. I remember how the stubble on your chin felt on my skin when I gave you a kiss hello. You'd put up with your grandkids bad piano playing and you did have a wonderful chuckle. It was enlightening to learn about you as a young trooper, and your fellow Mounted Riflemen when I was researching for my commemorative art project 'Sand in the Apricot Jam'. You never spoke about that time very much, now I understand why. I hope my project in honour of the New Zealand Mounted Rifles has done you and the Mounteds proud. - Love Becky

RIP Darling special Grandpa. Some memories : - Grandpa had a great laugh and chuckle :) - He lied about his age to join. - He celebrated his 21st birthday at war. - Grandpa hated the war and didn't like to talk too much about it. - He did not like the Turks- at all. - Grandpa did not like camels - "Nasty b*stards!" - He had been wounded and a camel transported him to medical facilities, He said it was always turning its head trying to bite him. - Every Saturday he would meet up with his war friends - (Johnnie and others) and they would have a beer (literally only one or two). Grandpa really, really, really enjoyed meeting up with his friends who had also served in the war. - I remember him always using a walking stick and having a slight limp. - He was brilliant at languages and was translator at one stage of prisoners for Lawrence of Arabia. (Grandpa was not a fan of the torture used