My Grand dad, silly old fool that he was, but I loved him.
He died back in 1977 (I think) He was the ugliest person anyone could have ever seen.
During WW1 he was a salvage diver for the Royal Navy, he held the world record for the deepest dive ever, sadly he was not equiped at the time for a record attempt!
During a dive on a sunken vessel he went over a ledge & plunged far deeper than the plan, his safety line broke & he carried on down & down with his airline the only connection to the ship. Whilst his suit was being crushed he was connected by just one jubilee clip!
When they hauled up it was presumed that he was dead, his hard suit was cut off & he was still breathing. Granny was told that he would not make it through the night, well they where wrong he made it through thousands of nights.
Sadly, medical facilities where not that good back then, so I only remember him as a mass of scars, his head covered with damaged tissue representing most of the colours of the rainbow, his eyes where just slits. But he had a sense of humour & strong morale values.
I feel very close to tears when I hear "Grand fathers eyes by Mundy & Turner"
Good bye grand dad.