My grandad was a clerk in Waterville Quebec- a slight man, he did play hockey on the town team after the “Great War”. My fondest memories of him (he passed when I was 5) were watching the Montreal Canadiens on the black and white television sitting in his lap- also tending his summer garden and eating sweet peas from the pod with him. He had emigrated from Liverpool England in 1909 or so- and when the war came- he joined up with the 73rd Canadian Expeditionary Force (affiliated with the famous “Black Watch” battalion) Here he is after mustering up prior to deploying to France. They were known by the Germans as “The Ladies from Hell” for the kilts they wore, and the toughness of the Canadians in general. He saw horrible things, and was a stretcher bearer during some of the worst battles they were involved in (Vimy Ridge in April 1917). He returned safely from the war, was an excellent father (To my Mom) and grandfather. My mom used to sing me to sleep when I was very little, and the songs that I remember were the songs I imagine he sang to her....A Long way to Tipperary, Pack up your Troubles in and old Kit Bag. Man—I miss him to this day..