Ever since i was a child there has been a picture of Harold, first on my Nana's walls and now on my own wall, Harold was my Nana's older brother.
No one in the family ever knew what actually became of Harold apart from he was shot in the head, probably by a sniper like many soldiers were in the trenches, hence the reason soldiers used to lift their helmets above the trenches on the end of a rifle or a pole to see if it was fired at as a sign of snipers around.
A few years back i went to the history library and the lady there was very helpful, eventually we found family records that none of even knew about.
But the main thing was i found out his name is on the Helles Memorial at the Gallipoli Peninsula. for soldiers whose bodies were never found.
In the trenches there was nowhere to put the dead, so they were put on top just outside the edges of the trenches where they were sadly left, many became covered by earth as the battles went on around them, getting covered by soil from shell explosions.
There are thousands of men whose bodies are now part of the land around Gallipoli, never to be found and Harold being one of them.
His ambition was to become an antiques dealer after the war, sadly never realised.
I found the acknowledgement from the news paper at the Library.
Just to quote part of the site that i read and brought a lump to my throat, because it sums up just how many men died there and were never found.
If you leave the road just about anywhere at Gallipoli, sooner or later you will find human remains. The forestry workers, in their cycle of planting pine seedlings then chopping them down when they grow, never seem to remove the bones, but instead sweep them into little bundles. Somewhere, even today, someone probably still mourns the life that these bones once meant.