My Grandfather Arnold Smith was a Queen’s York Ranger. He was gassed in WWI and came to under a bunch of dead soldiers piled on a horse pulled cart. In WWII he was a DI training Queens York Rangers. He wanted to go to Europe to fight but they said he was too old. He did sneak on a troop ship with a platoon of new recruits but he got caught and thrown off the ship. Grandmother said he had nightmares and would get down beside the bed like he was in a trench and yell at the bloody Gerry’s and act out shooting at them. He passed when I was 12. By then he had made a pretty good marksman out of me.