Sometime in the late 80s or early 90s Mum and I had tried to find the grave of her and K's uncle Gordon, who'd been killed towards the end of the First World War. We had walked around several cemeteries in the vicinity of St Quentin.. Why we hadn't approached the War Graves Commission, I don't know. Anyway, it is a good deal easier to find this information now - all on the internet. Even the precise location of the gravestone.
So we found it and looked at it and were silent. What else is to be done?
6th BN KING'S LIVERPOOL RGT
1st SEPTEMBER 1918 AGE 20
MY GOD AND KING
TO THEE I BOW MY KNEE
Huge sky. Flat France. Impossible to imagine what there was to fight over. Lavender lined the low front wall. Bees and butterflies. Tremendous life.
We drove home.
There is a wonderful essay by John Keegan, 'Rosemary for Remembrance'. You can read it here.