Coming up to the 11th hour of the 11th month in the UK, and I lit a lamp to accompany my moment of prayer and reflection. My Grandad John (inset my Dad James during his stint in WWII). My Dad’s Dad was killed ‘going over the top’ with the King’s Royal Rifle Corps near Courcelle-le-Comte, France, a month before the 1918 Armistice. My Mum’s Dad, Richard, who survived the war, but spent time in Germany as a POW on being captured. He received a citation subsequently for leading his team of transport horses to safety under fire. John
