tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post6775190202693543400..comments2023-09-15T18:46:21.457+10:00Comments on the public house: What were you doing when............ ?Mine Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319158585057502587noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post-89786161534879214182009-09-04T06:15:10.378+10:002009-09-04T06:15:10.378+10:00Dad was 16 st the time, and still at school. The c...Dad was 16 st the time, and still at school. The country town we grew up in had plenty of reminders of WWI in the "leggies" and "armies" that you'd see out and about - ex-servicemen short an arm or leg. At least they came home.<br /><br />Dad told me that as most of his class was expected to not survive the coming conflict, they all dropped out the following year when they turned 17 and joined one service or another. Why bother studying for your Leaving Certificate under those circumstances?<br /><br />That sort of idea still numbs me.<br /><br />Thankfully, most survived, and the TAFEs were full in 1946 and 1947 of that generation finishing off year 12!Boy on a bikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14452119541546978454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post-27659768992802524922009-09-04T05:34:30.317+10:002009-09-04T05:34:30.317+10:00That silence still speaks, to me.That silence still speaks, to me.Sackersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09410040031410954403noreply@blogger.com