Something (someone) I'm proud of

yourself (disguised enough that you're comfortable sharing the photo)	your favorite book (we won't tell any of the others you picked a favorite)	merchandise from a fandom (pick your definition of fandom--sports 100% qualify)	your exercise equipment	the view out a window
something alive	a meal	a letter/postcard from someone (feel free to redact)	something that keeps you sane	your computer
a useful tool	memorabilia from an event outside	wild card	a game you've been playing	a musical instrument
something someone made for you	a gift you're planning to give	an outfit you've worn recently (with or without you inside it)	something that makes you smile	the kitchen sink
something unexpected	something funny	a bad habit	a good habit	something you're proud of

Tomorrow is the 75th anniversary of VE (Victory in Europe) Day.

And that got me thinking of my Grandad.  Mr D and I dug out his old wartime photo albums and have been flicking through them.  Even though it's been almost 11 years since we lost Grandad, I'm actually quite overwhemed with how emotional I am looking through them. I've been tearful for nearly an hour now, and don't think that's wearing off anytime soon!

His name was Arthur Ludlow and he was born in 1922 in a part of East London called Forest Gate.

He was a Weapons Technician/Electrical Engineer in the Royal Air Force, and was stationed in Egypt for nearly five years.  One of the great prides of his life was that he worked on Spitfires, and a few months ago, around the 10th anniversary of his death, I bought a plushie spitfire beause it reminded me of him.




I only knew him as my lovely Grandad who I could wrap round my little finger; he doted on me and I doted on him.  He talked about Egypt a lot, but not in the context of the war.  He very rarely spoke about the actual fighting.

Needless to say, I'm very, very proud of him.