Apologies for the slightly sentimental nature of this thread, but recently came back from a school trip (as a teacher), 4 years ago I'd gone to the same place and when I came back had found out that my grandad had died. My grandad was an absolute hero to me, he served in the Second World War as a bomber pilot - he told me a story about approaching the French coast on his first flight when he saw an explosion of colour, to which he said to his more experienced co-pilot "that's pretty". The reply was "that's flak you cunt"! Later he was best friends with a Berliner separated from his family by the construction of the Berlin Wall. Grandparents are brilliant, only because they often bring balance to the fractious relationship with your own parents. Memories please...
Apologies for the slightly sentimental nature of this thread, but recently came back from a school trip (as a teacher), 4 years ago I'd gone to the same place and when I came back had found out that my grandad had died. My grandad was an absolute hero to me, he served in the Second World War as a bomber pilot - he told me a story about approaching the French coast on his first flight when he saw an explosion of colour, to which he said to his more experienced co-pilot "that's pretty". The reply was "that's flak you cunt"! Later he was best friends with a Berliner separated from his family by the construction of the Berlin Wall. Grandparents are brilliant, only because they often bring balance to the fractious relationship with your own parents. Memories please...