'at the going down of the sun...

... and in the morning,
We will remember them.'

Today is ANZAC Day and marks the  anniversary of the first military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War.

This is a photo of my Great Uncle Peter Smith who, while not an ANZAC, fought with Commonwealth Forces in Northern France in the WW1.
Peter was my grandmother's brother, one of five siblings and a twin to 'Peggy'.
He was  'Serjeant' with the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders and while I had heard some stories about Peter it was only when finding these photos when Mum moved home a couple of years ago that the story unfolded.

Peter was killed in action in Northern France in 1916 and the photo of the commemorating cross tells of this and his comrades whose bodies were laid to rest in 'The Labyrinth'.
The Labyrinth is quite a story in itself.
An 'secret city' beneath the town of Arras where 25,000 British and Commonwealth forces lived metres below 'the enemy'.

His story is now lost with the deaths of his siblings and their children, but Mum tells me his name is remembered on a memorial in the Arras cemetery.
As is so often and too often, the interest is too late but seeing Peter in full regalia and his gentle and sweet face, my dad would have looked just the same in this fine kit.
And the traces continue down through the generations.

Peter was 21 when he died.

Lest We Forget.