My Great Great Aunt nursed a young soldier who was injured on the Somme. On the 12th August 1916 she wrote:
‘Lennox died soon after 8 o’clock last night. Never have I seen such a slow, painful death. It was as if the boy was chained to earth for punishment. Towards the end it was agony for him to draw the little gasp breaths and I felt I must clap my hand over nose and mouth and quench the flickering flame. I am very glad for the boy to be away.’
Here’s an ever-burning candle for rifleman Lennox.