the only stories i know of ww1 – my step great-grandad went off to fight when he was 15 (told them he was 18) – he came through – but have heard a story (passed down from him – I never knew him) of the sea being red with blood. think that was as far as any detail went. and gt-g’father – never said anything I know of about what he went through – bar the story my grandmother relates re: him being going to lose his leg and saving it by pouring a bottle of iodine in – again, i never knew him.
my fear is that as it becomes more distant, people will forget… and when people forget things happen again…. :'( i loathe war as a concept – but the selflessness and bravery of those men…. just imagining what they went through…. they should always be honoured for it.