The wails could be heard all down the street that cold grey morning. Every one stepped out their front door wondering where it was coming from. They could see the telegram man on his bike riding away in the heavy fog and wondered whose house he visited and also thanking the Lord above that he did not call on their front door.
The horrors of war at home was the dreaded telegram informing all within that their love one was dead or missing in action. The young bride with 3 young children, the widow that had already lost a child. There was no racial discrimination here. It did not matter the financial status, religion or the colour of the skin, all risked their lives.
We have many young men in our family tree that gave up their lives fighting in the wars and did not make it home. Thankfully we have more more that did come home. This is the story of one of these men whose family at home experienced both sorrow and joy.