Hitler's whisky
My Grandfather didn't talk much about WWII as it seemed to upset him quite a bit but he seemed to tell me stories my Mother and Aunt had never heard, meeting Churchill, seeing an Irish friend blow himself up playing with a landmine, but one cool story was being sent into Berlin (I know this sounds a bit 'Band of Brothers') and getting hold of a box, marked with swastikas, full of whisky my Grandfather claimed had been "appropriated" by the Nazi's from whom I don't know, the troops following from behind found him and his mates having a party and tearing down flags!

We never found out why he was given that opportunity but he claimed it was true, and also the very last time he drank whisky in his life. I have his binoculars by my bed, I loved him, he was so kind and gentle yet we always knew that the war scarred him because of whatever he'd had to do that we never got told about, I guess it was pretty nasty as he would always well-up when it was mentioned, as an innocent nipper I once asked him if he'd shot anyone and his face just went white. He also never ate dates because of an incident in the desert called 'Dehli Belly'!

Miss you Kenneth.

/edit - Just checked with my Ma to make sure I didn't make too many mistakes and this was the reply
"He was in the Desert Rats. He was also evacuated from Dunkirk, went to Africa, up through Italy, back home and then into France on D-Day + 2 (I think), Caen, through Belgium, across the Rhine and ended up in Berlin. As Churchill told him 'a bloody long way to walk'."
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