What a lovely story Bill, I hadn't realised that your father was so young when he was wounded in combat. I'm sure that family loved having him there with them, and no doubt there are family members who still talk about your dad. Connections made during that period have lasted several generations, and I have heard many similar stories. During WW2, children were evacuated from London en masse, and sent to stay in 'the country'. I'm not sure why they sent any of those kids to Sheffield, which was also heavily bombed, but they did. My grandmother only had two sons at the time, and she went with them to Sheffield Railway Station, to meet the 'evacuees', as did many other local women. The train emptied of these poor young kids, from London's 'East End', all separated from their families for the first time, and they were assigned to the women who would take them in (the men all being off fighting). Times were very hard, and most didn't want to take more than one child, but two young brothers, Billy and Reggie Clee, refused to be separated. My grandmother agreed to take them, and they lived with her, and my dad and uncle, and my grandfather when he was home on leave, in their small two-bedroom house for two years, while Sheffield was bombed by the Luftwaffe. I remember, as a child, when they came to visit, with all their own children, and it was very moving. I only met them that one time, but still remember the tales I heard about them.