Today, as I do everyday, I remember Uncle Wallace, whose photograph in military uniform sits in my study.

Wallace was killed by shell fire when he was eighteen and I didn’t know him, but he is not forgotten. Wallace didn’t need to go to war as he had a ’safe’ job in a military hospital, but seeing boys his age coming home wounded prompted Wallace to volunteer.

Family myth says that on the day Wallace was killed the rocking chair he loved to sit in began to rock of its own accord and my grandmother knew she had lost her son. All I know for a fact is that that my grandmother never recovered from her loss.

Today there are wonderful support agencies – the Royal British Legion and Help for Heroes to name just two. Please help them if you can.

Thank you
Susan