Never forget.....
My grandfather fought in the Somme, aged 17. Fortunately for him, his wife to be, my mother to be, my brothers and me and our next generation, he survived when he was almost blown to pieces after being hit whilst carrying the ammunition for his unit on a charge out of his trench. He returned with steel plates in his head and steel pins all over his legs and lived to age 92 but never talked about it until he was dying in 1990. He remained a maddening right winger, working class Tory to the end. We can never forget what these generations went through in these wars and the futile but admirable losses which are still being experienced in wars since and in the present. This is one of many poppies which self seed in my Dad's garden in Southport and which I shot last summer.
Never forget.....
My grandfather fought in the Somme, aged 17. Fortunately for him, his wife to be, my mother to be, my brothers and me and our next generation, he survived when he was almost blown to pieces after being hit whilst carrying the ammunition for his unit on a charge out of his trench. He returned with steel plates in his head and steel pins all over his legs and lived to age 92 but never talked about it until he was dying in 1990. He remained a maddening right winger, working class Tory to the end. We can never forget what these generations went through in these wars and the futile but admirable losses which are still being experienced in wars since and in the present. This is one of many poppies which self seed in my Dad's garden in Southport and which I shot last summer.