Note the lovely blue sky and lack of breeze, now thanks to the wonders of satellite we know there's a cyclone approaching but in the past it would have come as a surprise. I don't think that "Debbie" has our name on it, for us I just think we'll have a bit of wind and rain but nothing major, I'd be more concerned if I was further South in Ayr.
I wish my chest would clear up so I could put a bit of effort into things but I have grave doubts about it ever coming good again.
Kudos to Rita our boss on the far right here who plays piano, she's really quite superb and she makes our Ingham group of Sing Australia a very fortunate one.
Sometime in the future I'll attack it with a windows laptop, which in past testing was vastly more reliable.
It does work but the problem is the post at the lower left here, it's misshapen and binds slightly at this fully closed position resulting in a bent link wire if it's opened by pushing a finger in the spot cast on it, but that isn't a real problem here as we always have vents open and even if shut it's easy enough to push the other vane to open them.
This is the second vent on Daisy to break so a definite design weakness methinks. To be fair to Proton though there's bugger all else I can moan about.
On the 24th March 1917 my Grandmother's brother Sgt. John (Jack) McGregor 4881 was killed in action by a sniper's bullet to the head.
War service has largely been missed by my family, one grandfather was too young for WW1 yet a family man and too old for WW2, the other grandfather was asked by his family to just stay and do one more harvest after he was old enough to join WW1, but the war was over by then, he too was a family man and too old for WW2. My father was too young for WW2 and Korea never crossed his mind at the time, perhaps a good thing given how Korean veterans were shunned upon their return.
Myself I was too young for Vietnam, given Australia withdrew from action by the end of 1972.
So really of my blood kin I'm limited to Jack, my maternal Great Uncle who was killed in WW1, and John Smyth VX48125 who was a Rat of Tobruk and survived WW2.
This is the war service record photo of John Smyth, I'd say because he had about the same lack of tallness that I have that his remaining a private throughout his many years of war service is quite believable.
Now I'll add copies of what I have from the Red Cross file into Jack's death.
Jack didn't receive any medal and he mother certainly couldn't have as she had died shortly after my Grandmother was born, something her father always held a grudge against her for.
This is from Jack's commanding officer Captain Trainor, a write up to be proud of, of course Jack had already achieved the highest rank possible for someone from a non-privileged family so gaining a medal was just that step too far.
Sgt. Hills testimony here to me is a good straight facts one that I favour is correct about the place where Jack was killed.
I've marked in pink where I suspect Jack was shot. On the edge of Doignies chasing Germans back to the Hindenburg line.
And to end my little tribute a photo of my Grandmother with her older Brother Jack.