The oldest of three brothers, Uncle Sid joined up as soon as he could, and my grandfather remembers him saying vaguely in a letter home that he was ''with the horses now' (transport perhaps, after a rough time in the trenches?). Hence the shining bandolier dimly visible in the photo. Like so many, he was killed by shellfire, according to his CO's letter to my great grandparents, perhaps during the 100 day advance that ended the War.  A modest young man who served on one of the worst sectors of the Western Front and so nearly made it through.  Bravely done.  I hope he wouldn't mind having the RAF/RFC (the 'fly-boys' to him and his) motto as his memorial. Per ardua indeed. 

David Halstead