Today I remember those who not only lost their lives in war but the families who were left behind. I remember especially my Great Grandfather, and his daughter Elizabeth, my Gran.
My Gran lost her father, Lance Corporal Charles Robert Nicholson aged just seven years. She always kept his memory alive, and so I continue to do so. I was always invited for Sunday lunch on Remembrance Sunday, and we would watch the Cenotaph on TV together.
I have his war diaries and I wondered where Lance Corporal Charles Robert Nicholson, of the 19th Battalion, Northumberland Fusiliers was on this very day 99 years ago.
He was in France, near Arras in trenches called Father’s Footsteps, working on revetting or repairing the trenches, in frost and snowy conditions.
I came across this postcard sent from father to daughter, this was before he left England for the horrors of war, but none the less it’s very touching, and little did they know what was to come.