A hand­shake from a hero

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RE­GARD­ING the art of hand­shak­ing (‘Nav­i­gat­ing the peck­ing or­der’, Fe­bru­ary 8), this let­ter dated Au­gust 6, 1914, writ­ten to my grand­fa­ther as he left for ac­tive ser­vice, might be of in­ter­est: My dear old Lal,

I now un­der­stand that you leave the old coun­try for for­eign ser­vice to Egypt. I shall not be able to come up to town to see you off. I can only re­peat that I am proud of my sons fight­ing for their coun­try, wives and sweet­hearts. I wish you all suc­cess, and that the ‘Flag of Eng­land’ will still con­tinue to rule the world. If we never meet again, re­mem­ber the last and fond­est wish of your lov­ing fa­ther is ‘God bless you,’ and, in due course, may you re­turn to Eng­land crowned with vic­tory. With the hearti­est of hand grips, I re­main, your lov­ing fa­ther

Louis F. Rooke Lal—or Leonard Rooke—(my grand­fa­ther) was the el­dest of three boys who all joined the King’s Own Scot­tish Border­ers at the out­break of war. He was the only one to sur­vive. Sarah Saun­ders-davies, Hamp­shire

The writer of the let­ter of the week will win a bot­tle of Pol Roger Brut Réserve Cham­pagne

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