My Great Grandad, as Kathleen has written, died due injuries fron being gassed, just before my Great Aunt Gert was born, which was just before the war ended.

I am the Grandson of Mary, one of his daughters who was 11 when he died. Living a long way away from Etrertat, near the bottom of Carlton Road (Walker Street still exists).

He used to be a drop box maker for the lace industry. A delicate job for a delicate end product. Very different to holding a bayonetted rifle in a trench. I would have liked to have heard more stories about you when I was little but that was not to be.

His original memorial was on the Loggerheads pub in Narrow Marsh but that collapsed/lost in the midst of time but has been replaced by an indoor memorial in St Marys church in the Lace Market. Not many ordinary lads get their names in there!

Aaron Todd