My father was in the First World War.
My father used to run auctions. He's now a singer in the Canary Islands.
It must have been the fall of 1952 when my father returned to London sporting a neck tie emblazoned with the words 'I Like Ike.'
My father fought alongside Aussie and U.S. soldiers in the Vietnam War.
My father made many narrow escapes during his time in Vietnam.
My father was in Ataturk's closest group. They lived together during the War of Liberation in Turkey.
My own father used to boast to me of biting off a man's ear in a street fight.
My father came to Hyderabad to become an actor, took an acting course, and realised he was camera conscious.
My father would tell anyone who would listen that this dentist thing he was doing was not his passion; cinematography was.
