A. Work to live, don't live to work.
A. Perfection is a campfire by a Dartmoor stream, cooking wild rabbit or pigeon with my family, drinking pints of King & Barnes Old Ale, before a large shot of Stroh Inländer Rom in a hot chocolate (or Grappa in a strong espresso) and sleeping in a bivvy bag, knowing that tomorrow I can go shooting and fishing, and for the first time ever, I will catch a fish. And a good thirty mile walk over the moors. And tomorrow night going to Piacenza and eating a pizza from Fratelli Bufalla. Can I go, now?
A. I have too many! Reading, painting, walking, shooting . . . too many!
A. Young Billy McFadzean. Day before the Somme, this young lad saw a grenade with the cotter pin fallen out in his dugout. The whole platoon was in there. So he threw himself on top of the box of grenades to save his mates. Posthumous VC.