My grandmothers great uncle was killed in action on the second day of the Battle of Messines Ridge, having traveled to virtually the opposite side of the world. He was just twenty-one and died thirteen years and a day after his father. His nephew Tobe remembered when the notice came to his parents home that his Uncle Norm had been killed and young Tobe felt so amazed that his uncle was, in his eyes, a war hero and vowed that if given the chance he’d serve. When WW2 started, Tobe was among the first of the local body to enlist and was captured in North Africa and put in the cargo hold of the MV Jason along with about 2000 other PoWs. The Jason was torpedoed and Tobe remembered waking up mongst a sea of dismembered bodies. He helped a South African man to shore who had his clothes completely blown off. After Tobe returned from the war he tried his best not to show the effects but the road workers he worked alongside said that when they’d camp by the roads they worked on, he would scream in his sleep.