Monday, November 11, 2013


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.
 He was awarded the Military Medal for bravery.
 And is buried alongside too many other young men 'somewhere in 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.


Kit Lang said...

I'm sorry for yours, and everyone else's losses. May we never forget, and hope it never happens again

Living to work - working to live said...

Very well put! Next year is big on anniversaries all round - 100 yrs since the start of WW1 and 70 years since this D Day landings. I'm very concered that ther is going to be a lot of 'celebration' and not enough 'reflection'!