Monday, July 20, 2009


The call isn't for a serious problem. In fact it's for a very minor problem, but the carer panicked.

But I don't mind.

Because the lovely old man I'm talking to fought in WWII and was in the D-Day Landings.
And got his legs crushed by a tank.
But he doesn't complain about his scarred legs.
He thinks himself lucky because he can still manage to walk around using his stick, and only takes two tablets a day.

He's not doing bad for a 91 year old war veteran.

And talking to him, he remembers every detail of what he saw and did as though it was yesterday. You can see in his eyes that he's proud of what he did that day.

And that's why I don't mind just sitting and talking to him.

He's a real hero.