I was awoken yesterday for work by my wireless with reports that Glynn Edwards had died.
Apparently it happened on the 23rd May but is only being reported yesterday.
'Can you move that leg?'
'If you're asking me to dance'
'I'm asking you to crawl, come on soldier we've got work to do'
I always well up at that bit when Stanley looks at them doggedly crawling across the compound to distribute the ammunition.
It makes you proud, it really does.
RIP Glynn, now with the Lord of Hosts.