I was busy buying mangoes at the market when the moment came. If I was silent it would have been purely coincidental. But that doesn't mean I have forgotten. Rather that I am honouring my grandfather, in my own way, with our shared love of food. I never knew him but from his war diary I've deduced we both appreciate(d) decent tucker.
My grandfather, all spruced up and ready for war. Love those gators!
Bully beef and biscuits his thoughts on army food.
His diary entries from the battle of Messines where he is wounded.
A postcard from the ward (Oatlands).
A postcard from the New Zealand Soldiers' Club (London)