[iamgalt]

I guess there isn’t even one

[jmacusa]

How sad. I grew up in an northeastern NJ town that was largely Scot/Irish.

My Dad was a bricklayer by trade and was friends with a man, a giant of a man, a Scot by the name of John McKee.

John served in the British Eight Army , serving from Tobruk, El Ala-mien all the way though Sicily, to Cassino where he was wounded for a third time and taken out of the fight.

A roaring but gentle giant. To think what he went through to where his home land is today. Sad.