IN 1945 as an 8 year-old schoolkid attending Liverpool Public School I noticed a straggly line of old men every week or so heading toward the two pubs opposite the Liverpool railway station.
They were from the "Old Men's Home" attached to Liverpool hospital and received a little pocket money enough to buy a bottle of "metho" (methylated spirits).
They were inoffensive and as kids we took little notice.
It was later in life I realised many of those old men were more than likely homeless former WW1 soldiers suffering all manner of trauma and that "metho" dulled the senses in the moment.
I consider them The Forgotten Ones and should be acknowledged.
Lest We Forget.