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My dad joined up one month after the opening in 1914. He was a ship rivetter, so they put him in the horse artillery. He was the battle of Ypres. Was wounded on the Somme. After recovery, he was shipped to Salonika to face the Bulgars and dysentery and malaria. His advice when he saw me off to my first ship in 1956: Don't play cards on railway trains, and don't go with women who want your money - and most important: never be a volunteer.
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