This week was the 75th anniversary of D-Day. As I read the reminiscences of some of the remaining WW2 vets, all over 90 years old now, I wondered what my parents would have said about their own memories. Growing up, I heard a lot about both WW1 and WW2 in a general way, a little about the Boer War (my grandfather fought in that one.) But as neither of my parents left any kind of a memoir, I don't really know what their observations about the wars were. My father was born in 1911, my mother in 1912. So they were toddlers when WW1 erupted. One of my Campbell grandfather's brothers, Duncan, died at the end of WW1, probably of Spanish flu. Below are the first page of the letter that the nursing sister on the French front wrote about Duncan's death and a photo of Duncan, second from left, in front of the butcher shop he worked at in Dundee. My dad never saw either of those items. The photo was sent to me by a nephew of Duncan's wife as was a copy of the letter. Neither