This isn't a rant, no outrage bus required, and no doubt somebody will take the p1ss, but what the h$ll. Sat in our local shopping mall, the other day, waiting for the boss lady to come out of a shop. Sat next to me was a rather elderly gent and we got chatting. He was/is 94 years old, born and bred in our town, his dad was killed in the early days of WW1, probably one of the "Old Contemptibles", and was bought up by gran while mum went out to work. He joined the Royal Artillery in 1932 and served through to 1945. He is a Dunkirk Veteran, (showed me his card), then went on to serve in the desert, Sicily and Italy, going all the way up to Austria. "Just another old war-horse" you might say, but what struck me was his dignity and the fact that he felt lucky for the life he lived, even after all he went through. I was humbled to be in his company and wonder if anybody else has a similar experience of meeting one of our Veterans who have actually "walked the walk"?