Quotes

• In the shade of a stately oak tree I found a man of the Loyal North Lancashire Regiment. He had been dead for hours. Around him all was still as the tombs. In his hands, were tightly clenched three photos – one of a woman about 30, and the others of a little girl about three, and a baby of a few months. Beside him lay a tress of bright golden hair, and down his grimy cheeks tear-tracks were to be seen like ruts in a countrylane after heavy rains. Account of a R.A.M.C soldier - December 1914