Hello everyone - haven't been around much what with impending exams and the laptop breaking down!

I thought I would share a nice little story I discovered the other day. I was visiting my Great Uncle (my Mother's uncle) as it was his 78th birthday on Friday. He was telling us old stories about the war; he served in the RAF during WWII.

Anyway, he started speaking about his father (my Great Grandfather) who apparently served in the British Army during World War One. Here goes the story:

It was one of the many battles in France and the British Army was retreating, my Great Grandfather was not serving in a Scottish Regiment but it seems one of the Scottish Regiments were fighting in the same battle. As they were retreating under fire one of the Scottish soldiers was shot in the leg and fell. Two soldiers were chosen to go back for the Scotsman on horseback. One was my Great Grandfather, the other upon reaching the shot soldier was shot and killed unfortunately. My Great Grandfather saved the Scottish soldiers life in the end.

My Great Uncle said "In those days Scottish soldiers wore kilts to war"!

Anyway - the point of the story is that about 15 years later my Great Grandfather was walking somewhere in Aldwych (London) and quite unexpectedly came across this Scotsman who reminded him that he had savid his life. Apparently they had a drink together!

I don't know how much truth is in the story but it is a nice one to hear anyway.

Cheers.