Many of us hold memories of family members involved in war. Stories of loss, pain, stories in the eyes of loved ones that were never told, then for us in more recent years, a lovely friend.
My Great Grandad Bert died from wounds in Flanders, Great Grandad Charlie, I remember him as the gentlest soul, held medals of bravery from WW1. Great Uncle Cyril, a remarkable character as any of my friends who met him will remember…he was in Italy. My Grandad Bill was posted in the Sahara on tank recovery, I miss my Grandad.
And in Upton on Severn my Great Uncle John Herman is remembered.
The red-flowered corn poppy became the symbol of wartime remembrance for the First World War – being immortalised by John McCrae, the Canadian Surgeon and Soldier, in his famous poem of 1915 “In Flanders Fields”.
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