Friday, 11 November 2011
I found this photograph a long time ago, on a website relating to the Great War. I don't know the soldier who is buried beneath this headstone. I don't know his wife. I don't know his daughter.
I don't know the battle or the place where he died. Or the time. Or the circumstances of his death.
But although I know none of those details, the pain, the loss, the suffering is overwhelming. A photograph left by a family, at the place where a father and a husband lies, left by the people who loved him most. Looking at the photograph, as a father, and as a husband, it's impossible to understand what that single death, that sacrifice, must have meant to that family.
One death, among so many deaths, across so many wars.
We will never forget the sacrifice, the suffering and the unbearable sadness. We will always remember.