I am sorry that I do not know your Christian name, which is how I like to address my former comrades in our regiment. I do not know the precise circumstances of your death, but, as a former soldier myself, doing my National Service in 1950-51, I feel honoured to be able to salute you as the brave serviceman you undoubtedly were. Whether you perished as a result of suffering a Blighty wound, or whether it occurred through accident or illness I do not know. I trust that the Guard of Honour at your graveside fired the traditional salute to a fallen comrade. I can but quote the memorial hymn again, “All you had hoped for, all you had you gave to save mankind – yourself you scorned to save.”   In addition to your gravestone at Exeter, you are also remembered every year at the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance, when the parade is at the attention while the Queen’s Colour and the National Standard are dipped in salute as the Last Post is sounded. I offer my sympathy to your relatives who mourned your sacrifice. Rest in Peace. Harry.

Henry Harrison