Biographies of Scots and Scots Descendants (G)
"The Black Scot"
My Great Grandfather fought in the first World
War. His last name was Graham, and he was born near Grahams
Dyke in Scotland before immigrating to Canada. During the war, his
platoon had made him somewhat of a good luck charm because it seemed
that nothing bad happened to them as long as he was around. Unfortunately
his luck almost ran out when on a reconnaissance run, he and a few
of his mates were mortar bombed and then mustard gassed. Grandad
was apparently buried up to his neck in debris when his platoon
found him and mistook him for dead, and his face blacker then charcoal.
They dug him out, and carried him back to camp and laid him on a gurney
with his hands folded on his chest and put a tulip in them. This
was a very honourable way to be given the last rights, however, you can
imagine poor Grandpa Grahams surprise when he awoke during his own
yulege. From that day he had to wear heavy knit sweaters to
avoid getting pnuemonia from the damage to his lungs from the
Mustard gas. His platoon still thought he was the luckiest man
alive. They did however label him with a new nickname from his charcoal
like appearence: They named him "The Black Scot."
I wear the Ancient Graham of Montrose
Tartan with a horse hair Sporan to honour my Father, and Grandfathers
who to the best of my knowledge were all in military service of one form
or another. I myself am in the recruitment stages to become a
Police officer in Calgary. I raise a toast to all those who have
gone bravely before me.
Calgary Alberta Canada.
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