I’ve no idea who this is a photograph of; it came from one of those job lots of old photos I am so fond of. On the back of the print is written “Much love, Mother, June 1918”. The sentiment is lovely and the features are kind and, indeed, rather beautiful. It is the date that is so dreadful. Who carried this picture over unknown barbed wire fences? Who left this behind in some Godless killing trench?
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