My dad fought in World War IIJoined up at nineteen, fresh out of school.From the ranks of the ROTCAnd into the Royal Artillery.His dad before him had been a gunnerSo selecting that military branch was no stunner. He fought in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France and suchBut never talked about it very much.He had a big scar on his shin.His 'war wound' he'd call it, with a grin.It was not the result of enemy action.He fell off a m...