Tommy Lister was a bit of a weed. His favourite colour was yellow. He was slightly built and avoided conflict. One day in the toyshop he upset a shelf, and was round behind the next counter before the contents clattered to the floor. An old lady was there, she told him he couldn't run away all his life.
He was picked on because of his slightness.
When he left school he went into the local mill, where he got a job spinning yarns. It was repetitive work, but he enjoyed all the attention he got there from the girls.
When the call to arms came, Tommy didn't hesitate to join up with his local "pals".
Going over the top one day, Tommy was near the end of the line. His "friends" were pinned down and being wasted by machine gun fire from a pillbox, and suddenly he found that he could reach the position from the flank. Once there, he could have popped a grenade in ~ had he had one. Reaching into his knapsack he found a tin of bully beef. He ripped off the label, threw it inside, there was a shout, two Jerries ran out and he shot them.
He got a medal for that. He wore it home, popped it in a drawer, and never wore it again.