the last cemetery was a small one on the top of a hill, my old headmaster ( and my mothers boss) Mr Bacchus always said that it was only his father being considerate enough to get killed in the Great War that meant he went to UniversityA bit dusty in here, Josh.
I recently found a local war grave which sparked some interest, and I did a bit of research. Now I'll put a poppy there every year. One story out of thousands and we'll never know all the details. All worth remembering.
His father was a Rail engineer pre war
Mr Bacchus was a Latin and French scholar, and himself served with the forces in WW2, where they gave him a Motorcycle to ride, he being a totally un mechanical man needed help to start it, and the lads at the next camp would wait for him, run along and bring him to a halt
he could quote Bradstones verbatim
and he worshiped the Railways as the greatest ever invention, so I looked up his surname, a very unusual French one ( his ancestors probably were French) and found his father grave and laid a poppy
My mother said that on the many school trips to France, a country that he loved, he never once mentioned his Father grave or took them there ! they were in a cafe in a small town, Mr Bacchus was enjoying himself socializing with the locals, and the owner of the bar asked my mother who the Frenchman was, was he a guide ?
she said no He is our headmaster and is English being born in Battersea
the Barman would not believe that he was English, he said is is French from his soul to his bones
My mother was pleased to visit his Father Grave, and wished she had known about it earlier
while we chatted an elderly French farmer came along and chatted ( my mother speaks very good French)
he swung his arms about and pointed to everything we could see, 7 generations of my family have lived her and farmed here
this is our home and our land, we hated the Germans who invaded and soiled our land
but these young men, who liberated us, and showed us that they were stronger than the Germans, now rest in my land, and as such they, every one of them, are my Family, all of the schoolchildren visit here, and my children know every name
I tend the Cemetery for which I refuse any payment at all, and consider it an honour
Last night, the entire village was empty, they were here with their family
then he hugged us and kissed us and thanked us for coming to see his land