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During the war at the age of about fifteeen my Dad Harry somehow got hold of my Grandad's ration papers, he left home and lied about his age and succeeded in joining the Black Watch Regiment,whilst fighting the enemy he was wounded twice, once in the neck and once in the arm before he reached the age of seventeen. He and his regiment were part of the allied forces who liberated the in-famous Belsen concentration camp, he was one of the people left at Belsen to help clear away some of the unimaginable images that greeted the allied forces when they arrived, this must of been a very traumatic experience for such a young man even after the battles he had been involved in, sadly my father died age 72 in 1999. After his death I applied for and received my father's war medals which now hang on my mother's living room wall, our family is very proud of our late father.

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