"My grandfather was in the Home Guard and he was a ‘bit of an adventure/rogue’. He volunteered for the army at the age of 14 at the start of WW1 because he thought 'it would be a lark’. On coming home and informing his mother that he ‘had joined up’ his mother took him immediately back to the recruiting station (under protest) to reveal his real age. He finally got out to France in 1917 - aged 17 and still underage - having promised his mother that he would 'behave'. Home, from evening HG duty (mid war) after the visit to the local, and with half a glass too much mild consumed, he fired his 303 rifle in the hallway of the house, twice across the road into the field facing trying to shoot down a barrage balloon (which had offended him from its date of placement) his wife (my Nan) and the rest of the household somewhat startled, were best displeased, and through his hysterical laughter tried to take him to task but to no avail!..."
"It was not long before my Uncle Trevor was on active service again, he was posted out to the Middle East and was with the famous Eighth Army commanded by General Montgomery. He was at El Alamein when the terrific battle which turned the tide of the war in that part of the world in our favour was fought. News of the battle was slow in coming through and as we did not have a television at home in those days, my Dad used to send us kids to the cinema to watch the Pathe newsreels to see if we could spot Uncle Trevor on them..."