My father wrote his autobiography in 7 volumes called "Striking a balance". On page 2 he describes his birth in 1920. He was named Francis after his father and grandfather, "and Herbert after one of my mother's brothers who had been killed in France during World War 1. Uncle Herbert had been a jovial soul by all accounts - with some musical interest which came out whenever he heard the 'Hallelujah' chorus - which moved him to 'conduct' with great vigour for no reason at all. He expressed the wish that if Gerry got him, he would be shot through the arse and he got his wish, poor devil."
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