You're right there Paul,
My father used to drag me out of bed at alsorts of hours to go ferreting, then later I had to run around the village to deliver the prepared rabbits at 1/6d each.
Then he would take me beating, not him, just me, he was one of the guns.
Then it was mow the lawn while I'm out, dig some spuds for your mother, feed the chickens/ferrets/dogs, glad you're off school now you can help with the milking, etc etc, I just couldn't get away from home quick enough.
When the Army called I jumped at the chance and left home at 19.
I came home now and again but not very often due to postings and by the time I realised that I was, what I was, because of him I was very proud so when I did come back to UK and had the chance to visit he was too old to really enjoy my company.
He died when I was in Germany and didn't get the chance to see him again as I only managed to get back in time for his funeral, the Army wasn't quite like it is today.
Yes, I am doing, or have done, things I know he would have been proud of and I would liked to have shared with him.
A very stern man, very Victorian, we had a large family and that was the reason he ruled us like he did, we didn't realise at the time but boy do I appreciate it now.
Yes that is the man I would like to go for a pint with - Benjamin Leonard McConnell 1908- 1981 RIP