Sacrifices we must honour
IN August 2014 I sat in Westminster Abbey beside the tomb of the Unknown Warrior.
A single lamp shone above his resting place and, at the moment the Great War began a century earlier, its flickering flame was snuffed out.
Darkness descended as it did across Europe when that bloody conflict began.
And in the following four years, 888,246 British and Commonwealth servicemen were killed – each of them a son, husband, father or brother...the light of someone’s life.
Millions who came home after witnessing the horror could, or would not, talk about their experiences and so their loved ones never truly understood their sacrifice.
Like my own family. My maternal grandfather, Luke Jarvis, was a private in the Somerset Light Infantry and told his six children only that he’d “been at Wipers” – the Battle of Ypres.
After his death Mum found herself nursing an old soldier who’d served with Luke in Flanders – and discovered he’d been the battalion’s top sniper.
Reg Bletchly, my paternal grandfather, was a trumpeter with the 1st Royal Gloucester Hussars.
He was shot in the hand and invalided, but if my dad ever knew the story he didn’t pass it on. My grandfathers survived but Private Luke and Trumpeter Reg will always be shadows. There But Not There, like the poignant silhouettes of servicemen beside the Unknown Warrior’s tomb and other sites recently.
Like the pale faces of Tommies in 600 hours of archive footage edited tnto a remarkable film called They Shall Not Grow Old, airing on BBC2 tonight.
But clever colourising and 3D technology turn those monochrome ghosts back into living, breathing men. That film and dozens of other Armistice projects have educated millions about their forefathers’ roles.
More than 35 million peopleincluding 7.5 million under 25s, have been involved in centenary events.
And ancestry websites have seen a surge in numbers probing family war records.
Like my brother who, while researching Luke and Reg, discovered four great uncles who also served. Tonight I’ll remember our warrior forefathers and their still-unknown sacrifices at a ceremony where a Beacon of Light is fired.
A flame of peace, and our promise never to forget the darkness.
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