Slogging toward the front during the third battle of Ypres in 1916, Gilford Dudley Seymour was, as he remembers it, the "youngest, tallest and scaredest" soldier in the Duke of Connaught's Own Rifles. But 17-year-old Private Seymour clung to duty, and duty was delivering his company's rum tot in two glazed-crockery jugs. The officer who was supposed to get the rum turned out to be dead, so Seymour buried the crocks where a hedge crossed a trench.
Now a prosperous Vancouver Island logging operator, Seymour was never able to forget the buried rum. Last summer he impulsively flew...
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