My grandad landed on D Day after surviving Dunkirk. Promised my mam and Nana he'd never touch the sea again. Dying of terminal cancer in September 1980 while my mam was pregnant with me, he told her he'd do anything she wanted. She asked him to paddle in the sea. My mam, my Nana and me Grandad went to benidorm the next January and he swam in the med, initially frightened, by the end of the week they couldn't get him out of the water. He told my mam "tell him it's the little things. Tell him to have no fear. Tell him to get back on the horse. Tell him I love him."
My mam never told me that until she saw Saving Private Ryan around 2005. It fucked me up. But ever since then I've followed that speech.
I know that sounds bullshit, but who am I to question me ma? Never got to meet the bloke, but heard he was f***ing rock, and obviously lived through Dunkirk, D Day, and all of WW2, so I'll never question it.
Henry McCowliff was his name if anyone is wanting to look it up.
Makes our generation look like the cowards we are.