Thank you all very much for your kind words and memories of my father "Dicky Mint". It is a coincidence seeing this forum. I wish I had looked at the beginning of 2008. It seems just yesterday that my father died, but yet so long ago. It is coming up to Christmas again; a difficult time especially for my mother Barbara. This time last year my father already knew he had only weeks to live. He was such a brave man. He showed me all the "paper work" concerning the house and finances. We even talked about Dads funeral. Dads wish was to have "Abide with me" sung and wanted me to read "Footprints in the Sand". At the end Dad wanted "High on a Hill" played. Of course we met all of his wishes. The last 8 weeks of his life I visited him everyday. (We all lived in the same town in Celle Germany). In the last 2 weeks, I even stayed over night so I could give Dad his morphine. My mum and I managed together quite well. But 2 days before he died we had to put Dad in a hospice. Dad wasn`t able to keep his medicine in anymore without being sick. Before he went into a coma Dad had tears in his eyes and then he squeezed our hands. My mother and I were at his bedside when he died. Dad talked alot about the Army days and how he enjoyed every minute. I was and am very proud of my father. I wish I had just listened a bit more intensively when Dad told those wonderful stories about Army life. Does anyone know where Dads nickname "Dicky Mint" came from? I look forward to any feedback. (My email address is andrew.richardson@web.de ). It is such a shame Dad had to go so early. When I had a problem, Dad always had an answer. Luv ya Dad. Thank you all again. Kind regards Andrew and Barbara.