Today I’m remembering my great uncle Edward Cohen, a Royal Fusiliers second Lieutenant who died on the first day of the Battle of Passchendaele. His body was not identified. He’s commemorated on the Menin Gate at Ypres.
The photo is of an unidentified second Lieutenant with the Royal Fusiliers buried at Hooge Crater Cemetery, near the grave of another named Royal Fusiliers second Lieutenant, one of four named in the war diary killed on the same day. It could be him.
It’s the not knowing that I find so scary. Hugs, BT
Recently re-reading about Rudyard Kipling. He too was driving across France, trying to find evidence of his only son’s deth and burial place. And he was consumed with guilt, having pulled strings to have his son admitted to the Army. BT