Задание 8 на текст и пропущенные слова

I was told my father was killed in the war. Whenever I questioned my mother about his death, she didn’t TALK / SPEAK / TELL / SAY any more than that he had been killed fighting on the Western Front only days before the peace treaty with Germany was signed. Grandma said my dad had been a brave man, and once when we were SINGLE / ONLY / LONELY / ALONE in the house she showed me his medals. My grandpa rarely OFFERED / PROPOSED / REQUESTED / INVITED an opinion on anything, but then he was hard of hearing so he might not have heard the question in the first place.
The only man I can RECOVER / REPEAT / REMEMBER / REMIND was my uncle Stan who used to sit at the top of the table at breakfast time. When he left in the morning, I USED / KEPT / HELD / MADE to follow him to the city docks where he worked. Every day I spent at the dockyard was an adventure. Cargo ships came from distant lands and unloaded their wares: rice, sugar, bananas and many other things I’d never heard of. Once the holds had been emptied, the dockers would load them with salt, tin, STILL / EVEN / JUST / YET coal (my least favourite because it was an obvious clue to what I’ve been doing all day and annoyed my mother), before they set off again. I always wanted to help my uncle Stan unload WHATEVER / WHEREVER / WHENEVER / WHOEVER ship had docked that morning but he just laughed, saying “All in good time, my lad.” It couldn’t be soon enough for me.

I was told my father was killed in the war. Whenever I questioned my mother about his death, she didn’t SAY any more than that he had been killed fighting on the Western Front only days before the peace treaty with Germany was signed. Grandma said my dad had been a brave man, and once when we were ALONE in the house she showed me his medals. My grandpa rarely OFFERED an opinion on anything, but then he was hard of hearing so he might not have heard the question in the first place.
The only man I can REMEMBER was my uncle Stan who used to sit at the top of the table at breakfast time. When he left in the morning, I USED to follow him to the city docks where he worked. Every day I spent at the dockyard was an adventure. Cargo ships came from distant lands and unloaded their wares: rice, sugar, bananas and many other things I’d never heard of. Once the holds had been emptied, the dockers would load them with salt, tin, EVEN coal (my least favourite because it was an obvious clue to what I’ve been doing all day and annoyed my mother), before they set off again. I always wanted to help my uncle Stan unload WHATEVER ship had docked that morning but he just laughed, saying “All in good time, my lad.” It couldn’t be soon enough for me.