Well, my grandfather finally passed away before Christmas at 96, and we bury him this Monday. Which explains why I’m sat in Toronto airport now…
Anyway, Grandad was an army guy - Royal Artillery sergeant, came through Dunkirk, El Alamein, the invasions of Sicily & Italy, and Monte Cassino. The army stayed a major part of his life.
So, to the favor. If you served in any armed forces, and you find yourself with a glass of anything in your hand this Monday night, raise a toast to Sgt Jack Pickett, a fallen comrade. I have to eulogized him at the funeral, and I’d think he’d get a chuckle from people across the globe using him as an excuse for a drink.