My sister's father-in-law, Sandy, (now in his mid 90s and in a nursing home) was interviewed 10 days ago on Anzac Day about his war experience. The interviewer fron the local newspaper asked if he could remember where he was at the time of the D-Day landings in Normanby. He replied "I was there. Bombing the shit out of the German army." The reporter/interviewer was somewhat flummoxed and then asked if it would be too much trouble for him to kneel beside a small memorial in the nursing home gardens, and if he felt the reporter was out of line with the request then tell him to shove it."
Sandy, remembering all his mates, looked the reporter straight in the eye and simply said, "How could I possibly refuse that?" With the assistance of his youngest son at his elbow he knelt & prayed by that little shrine.