I have the buiscuit tin of old photos from my Aunt's house. She was 95 when she died in 2012. Luckily she had shown me the only surviving photo of two of my Gt Gt Grandparents so I knew who they were and a lot of the others I could recognise from my own childhood and other photos I had seen. Some had names on the back. Many had originally been kept, and some taken, by her Mother, my Grandmother. But the young man posing proudly in his WW1 uniform, who was he? Was it my Mother and Aunt's cousin, Godfrey, who perished on the first day of the Somme? Was it the son of a dear friend? I wish I knew.
My cousin, now in his 80s has passed what photos and letters he has for safe keeping. I am only 5 years younger than him and my eldest daughter is being instructed for future custody and holding onto the knowledge. One letter was from my paternal Grandfather's older brother, sent from his hospital bed. It was heartbreaking. He too had been in the Battle of the Somme. He described how all the officers and many of his comrades had fallen within the first charge, how he was wounded and spent many hours crouched in a shell hole with the dead before crawling back to his lines after dark fell. How he would rather lose his leg than go back to that hell-hole.
He kept his leg, his life - and a pronounced limp. At least he was luckier than young Godfrey, dead at 21.
I have kept the photo of the young man in WW1 uniform. I don't know the name to attach to it, but I can't destroy it. A photo of an Unknown Soldier.