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.
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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.
Margaret Tappert
Moorland