My dad died unexpectedly in his sleep in 1965 at the early age of 41. When we were clearing out my mum's house after she died 6 years ago we found my dad's Army album and Paul(our eldest son) asked if he could have it. Today he presented me with this picture, which is a copy he has painted in oils of one of the photos. My dad is the one without his beret in the front row. It was taken in Quetta, India around 1947/48. I was so overwhelmed that I burst into tears and cried for about 5 mins. Bitter sweet happy tears. What a wonderful present.