My father was born in 1918 ,in Alexandria, Egypt, where his father was doing something for the British army. He grew up as trilingual, speaking English with his family, Arabic with the maid, and French at the local international French school. He came to the UK in his early twenties, but then suspended his university education to sign up for 12 years in the British army. He was promptly sent back to Africa, since he was relatively immune to the various tropical diseases that he had grown up with.
During WW2, he was employed as a signals officer, and apparently spent most of his time upcountry in some jungle hellhole, where his fellow soldiers were all succumbing to black water fever etc. He never dared fire the gun issued to him, since it resembled a Victorian blunderbuss...
Towards the end of WW2, he was seconded to the Nurenburg trials, where he coded up daily reports for Winston Churchill.
After the war ended, he gained employment at Leicester University as a lecturer of various obscure languages, such as Old Norse, Middle High German etc. I remember being 'babysat' by him in a lecture hall, where he presented a lecture to the students, whilst I played with my toys in the corner.
When he retired many years later, the university had to end the courses that he previously taught, since no-one else knew these languages!
My father wrote various academic books, notably about the Arthurian Legend. He died at a good age of 89 years, having lead a healthy life
My mother was born in London in 1928. She was evacuated to the USA during WW2, where her father lived. After the war, she returned to the UK, married my father and had 3 sons (I'm the youngest). She was fluent in French and wrote several biographical books about French personalities.
Unlike my father, my mother didn't really look after her health, smoking and drinking rather excessively (I blame this on living with my dad!). She suffered from several strokes in later years and was disabled and confined to a 5-star nursing home, where she died at the reasonably good age of 84.
My 2 elder brothers were more academic than I. Both studied at Cambridge University (I only managed London Uni!). The eldest was a theoretical mathematician who worked all his life in government military radar research, and has published numerous academic papers - the contents of which are way beyond my simple brain! My middle brother studied Cosmology as a student of Steve Hawking, and went on to become Dean (or something at that level) at an unnamed university.
I was lazy at school, failed my A levels, and then spent 7 years slogging through colleges to achieve my MSc in Space Technology. After many years of enjoyable work in the Space sector and AI software, I moved to Thailand, lost all my money and most of my sanity with ex-wife #2, then reinvented myself as a Science teacher. I expect to become a dollar millionaire (again) next year