My grandfather signed up to The Royal Fusiliers, 32nd Battalion in Silvertown In November 1915.
He was shot in 1917. The story goes that he was thought to be dead and was thrown on top of the bodies of other dead soldiers. When they picked him up to bury him, he came round and asked for some water.
He was sent home eventually but had lost a leg and was badly gassed.
However, he did go on to have many more children and died in 1952 aged 61 years old.

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