Thanks Peter; For the record, and considering the commemorations on now, granddad really deserved another medal as well for his life after the war. In battle he was hit in the thigh by a sniper's bullet - (all that a highly inquisitive child got out of him on the subject) - leg amputated in a field hospital (gawd!) Artificial leg and stick, courtesy of a charity called BLESMA (British limbless ex-service man's association). Worked all the rest of his life as a gate-keeper at 'Metro Vicks' Trafford Park until the 1960's, never lost a day, locally 'famous' as the first person out in the street in all weathers at 5:30am after a pint of tea in a huge white mug with milk and rum "Sergeant-major's tea", 1/4 mile walk and two long bus journeys across Manchester. Never complained about anything, and boy could he whistle!
All this brought back by opening the box for this thread, tears in my eyes, but thanks.