Remembrance Day

Today I would like to remember my grandfather who fought in the Second World War. He was one of many people to be taken as a prisoner of war after the Allies' defeat in Tobruk.

He enjoyed telling people that as a prisoner of war his job was to sort the German outgoing mail, and that he put the envelopes in the wrong bags! Apparently the German's were amused rather than angry about this when they found out. I wonder how true that was?!

The other related thing that I remember is that whenever any of us complained about being overweight, he would say: 'Just eat less. There were no fat prisoners of war.'