Ronald Brown of Exeter, England always said he had a bad knee.  When pressed he claimed he still had a bullet in his knee from World War II.  Indeed, he had stepped on a land mine in France in August of 1944.  The medical treatment of the times thought it safest to leave the shrapnel in his body.

The late Mr. Brown was apparently the sort of “stiff upper lip” type of fellow the British used to be noted for, until recent generations began acting like squealing little pigs slurping at the public trough.  His family discovered their grandfather’s silent bravery when he died at the age of 94.  They had him cremated and, along with his ashes, the funeral directors handed them back two handfuls of bomb shrapnel grandpa had been carrying around in his left leg for 60 years.

Read the whole story at The Telegraph.