Andrew Turner was my grandmother's oldest brother. He came from a small village near Glasgow, yet chose to serve his country among the horrors of the Western Front. As a child, my dear nana spoke so lovingly of Andrew, though she never came to learn where he was buried; only that he died at the age of 17 on 22 March, 1915. Two months ago, my oldest daughter travelled to the Western Front with her school, and as part of her preparation, the tour leader was able to finally trace Andrew. We then learned where he had been resting for all those years. Private Andrew Turner of the Highland Light Infantry lies in the tranquil and very peaceful setting of Cabaret-Rouge British cemetery in Souchez, Pas de Calais. As my daughter visited his grave that day in April, she said a prayer and scattered a few grains of earth from the village he left almost 100 years ago. I know that my dear Great-Uncle, Pte A Turner 10619, is finally at rest. God bless you, may you rest in peace. We are so very proud of you. You were only a boy.

Catherine Thomson