As well as the many men from the Parish who gave up their life in defence of the country, as may if not more would be wounded in action. Some would return to full health, others would be left permenantly and visibly disabled for life after losing a limb. Some would later succumb to the hidden perils of poison gas, however how may would wake in the night their sleep tortured by dreadful nightmares?
I have tried here to represent a wide selection of such men and trust it will convey the tenuous grip on life that a man at the front had.
This picture shows a group of wounded soldier from Whitehill Hospital on a day out with Red Cross volunteers, including my Granny (front row,right end). They are wearing the famous hospital blues which instantly identified them as a wounded serviceman.