Remembrance Day

My grandfather Gordon Spencer, fought in the First World War. He fought at Vimy Ridge. He was lucky to come back alive. He was blind for a year from mustard gas poisoning. Then he got his sight back. He had a weeping rash on his neck that never went away. My dad was born in 1931. My dad told me his dad never talked about the war. I wear a poppy every year for my Grandad. Because of him, I am here.

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