a story about my dad, ran away from Scotland and ended up in America, and he went to Ellis Island, and he also joined the American Navy, and then he came back via Canada and he's been to Halifax (Canada) and he joined the Fleet Air Arm, he was also Colour blind so his job was believe it or not but he worked with the electrics on the planes, how they won the war is anyone's guess, and he was also a worked in a paint shop mixing paint great job for someone who was colour blind, he could tell the difference between green and black, and he also liked to play snooker/pool.

there is a quite a lot of stories I could tell about my father but what I have just written there is all true.