I wasn't going to do a Remembrance Day post - it's so overwhelmingly sad. And I'm starting to dread the burgeoning jingoism of next year's World War 1 "celebrations" as Prime Minister Cameron put it so tactlessly.
But then I remembered my great uncle, Leslie Clark, who was sent white feathers and went off to fight bravely in that pointless bloodshed of France and was killed a month before the Armistice.
Here he is with his new wife, not long before he went to France.
My grandfather and his brother were luckier - they survived Gallipoli and France and came home. And are remembered so fondly by their families.
Leslie and Winnie weren't married long enough to have children - so I remember.