A day of reflection

Today we took a tour to some of the WW1 cemeteries and museums surrounding the city of Ypres. Our guide was local and extremely knowledgeable about the history of the military campaign in this area and it was an excellent tour. This afternoon the guide kindly took us to a very small cemetery about 30 minutes drive from Ypres to the cemetery where my dad's Uncle Charlie is buried. We learned that the cemetery was established next to the small field hospital which existed there in 1918 and it is likely he died in the field hospital just two months before the end of the war, he was 22. We finished the day at the Menin Gate, an incredible memorial in Ypres for those of the Commonwealth who have no grave.

The photograph is taken at Haringhe cemetery where Uncle Charlie is buried. his grave stone is third from the right.
A sobering day.