I love you and miss you Grandad. I went to Egypt last year to stand where you stood, during your time there fighting for our freedom in WW11. I stood there and could feel you around me. I wanted to honour you by going to the place where you where finally injured and sent home a broken man. The sacrifice you paid to ensure our freedom was in the end your own life, when the PTSD got too much for you. I know you look over me I feel you. Thank you for being brave and fighting for the future generations, so that we would have the best opportunities in life. I love you and miss you and wish that you could of held on a bit longer in order for you and I to have more time with each other. I hope you are at peace my dear. Fly free beautiful soul