I am sorry that I do not know your Christian name, but that does not mean that I cannot salute you as a brave young soldier, who died in the service of his country, which I now do. I read that your home was in Bricket Wood, and so is mine as I write this tribute. Although I was a nineteen year old soldier myself when I served, as you were when you served, my service was in peacetime, not wartime as you had to endure. My only experience under enemy fire was as a child in my old home town under bombing in the Second World War. I cannot imagine what you must have felt like when you had to leave this beautiful place to help to reinforce the Allied armies by the River Marne before the big enemy attack later that year. I do hope that you had a Guard of Honour at your funeral, who fired the traditional salute to a fallen comrade.  My sympathy to your relatives who mourned your sacrifice. Rest in Peace. Harry.

Henry Harrison