Although this is fiction, it is written in the spirit of the times in which my grandparents lived. Originally posted in 2014.
Neil Bartlett and Kate Pullinger have set up a grand venture to commemorate WW1. For them ‘it is important to move away from cenotaphs, poppies, and the imagery we associate with war memorials’.
We can all contribute: ‘If you could say what you want to say about that war, with all we’ve learned since 1914, with all your own experience of life and death to hand, what would you say? If you were now able to write to the unknown soldier, a man who served and was killed during World War One, what would you write?’
If you’d like to take part, you can do so now. All contributions will be published on their website from 28 June. To read more about this project, click here.
‘Five foot ten of a beautiful young Englishman under French soil. Never a joke, never a look, never a word more to add to my store of memories…
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Another touching and fitting tribute to the lost, Sarah.
I was at Julie’s bank this morning, serving coffee and cakes to the British Legion after the Dereham parade. I met two terrific old men, one 95, one 94, who had both served in WW2. They told me what they had done, but mostly talked about the ones left behind.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah, bless them. My eyes are welling up.
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