I recently inherited the family bible from an Uncle.  Inside between the pages I found a letter from Corporal Evans to someone in my family. The letter talks of digging trenches and bullets flying overhead.  But mostly it talks of the fun he had with his friends at a local dance to celebrate St David's day and how he wishes he could be home with them all.  This young man died just two weeks after he wrote his letter in March 1915 aged 22. It is a beautiful letter that I shall treasure for ever, his memory lives on.

Nicola Ferry