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I'll be in Ypres tonight. Come and say hello if you are too!
December 8, 2025 at 1:45 PM
I'll be in Ypres tonight. Come and say hello if you are too!
8th December 2025.
1/2: Private George Coppard, a Canadian machine-gunner, wrote after moving into a newly captured trench:
“The smell was awful, but we told ourselves it was only the Germans’ socks.”
1/2: Private George Coppard, a Canadian machine-gunner, wrote after moving into a newly captured trench:
“The smell was awful, but we told ourselves it was only the Germans’ socks.”
December 8, 2025 at 7:29 AM
8th December 2025.
1/2: Private George Coppard, a Canadian machine-gunner, wrote after moving into a newly captured trench:
“The smell was awful, but we told ourselves it was only the Germans’ socks.”
1/2: Private George Coppard, a Canadian machine-gunner, wrote after moving into a newly captured trench:
“The smell was awful, but we told ourselves it was only the Germans’ socks.”
7th December 2025.
1/4: Vera Brittain, serving as a Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) nurse, tried to put into words what she was witnessing:
“I wash the blood from their faces and wonder how the world can bear so much pain.”
1/4: Vera Brittain, serving as a Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) nurse, tried to put into words what she was witnessing:
“I wash the blood from their faces and wonder how the world can bear so much pain.”
December 7, 2025 at 10:03 AM
7th December 2025.
1/4: Vera Brittain, serving as a Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) nurse, tried to put into words what she was witnessing:
“I wash the blood from their faces and wonder how the world can bear so much pain.”
1/4: Vera Brittain, serving as a Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) nurse, tried to put into words what she was witnessing:
“I wash the blood from their faces and wonder how the world can bear so much pain.”
6th December 2025
1/7:
“I played so they would know they were not alone.”
An extrodinarily moving line written by Piper Daniel Laidlaw, 7th King’s Own Scottish Borderers about the action at Loos, 1915.
1/7:
“I played so they would know they were not alone.”
An extrodinarily moving line written by Piper Daniel Laidlaw, 7th King’s Own Scottish Borderers about the action at Loos, 1915.
December 6, 2025 at 10:44 AM
6th December 2025
1/7:
“I played so they would know they were not alone.”
An extrodinarily moving line written by Piper Daniel Laidlaw, 7th King’s Own Scottish Borderers about the action at Loos, 1915.
1/7:
“I played so they would know they were not alone.”
An extrodinarily moving line written by Piper Daniel Laidlaw, 7th King’s Own Scottish Borderers about the action at Loos, 1915.
5th December 2025.
1/2: In 1982, as ships moved south through rough seas towards the Falklands, a Royal Marine wrote this:
“The sea is wild tonight, but so are we.”
Short. Stark. And full of raw determination.
1/2: In 1982, as ships moved south through rough seas towards the Falklands, a Royal Marine wrote this:
“The sea is wild tonight, but so are we.”
Short. Stark. And full of raw determination.
December 5, 2025 at 9:38 AM
5th December 2025.
1/2: In 1982, as ships moved south through rough seas towards the Falklands, a Royal Marine wrote this:
“The sea is wild tonight, but so are we.”
Short. Stark. And full of raw determination.
1/2: In 1982, as ships moved south through rough seas towards the Falklands, a Royal Marine wrote this:
“The sea is wild tonight, but so are we.”
Short. Stark. And full of raw determination.
4th December 2025.
1/2: Deliveries from home were a god send for soldiers, a letter, parcel of food, socks or cigarettes.
Writing from France in 1918, Sgt Sam Avery U.S. 32nd Div thanked his sister for a gift that had made its way across the Atlantic:
“Your parcel saved the day.”
1/2: Deliveries from home were a god send for soldiers, a letter, parcel of food, socks or cigarettes.
Writing from France in 1918, Sgt Sam Avery U.S. 32nd Div thanked his sister for a gift that had made its way across the Atlantic:
“Your parcel saved the day.”
December 4, 2025 at 9:29 AM
4th December 2025.
1/2: Deliveries from home were a god send for soldiers, a letter, parcel of food, socks or cigarettes.
Writing from France in 1918, Sgt Sam Avery U.S. 32nd Div thanked his sister for a gift that had made its way across the Atlantic:
“Your parcel saved the day.”
1/2: Deliveries from home were a god send for soldiers, a letter, parcel of food, socks or cigarettes.
Writing from France in 1918, Sgt Sam Avery U.S. 32nd Div thanked his sister for a gift that had made its way across the Atlantic:
“Your parcel saved the day.”
3rd December 25.
1/3: Writing to his young daughter, Pte Edward Stanley offered a promise shaped by the English countryside they both knew:
“When the birds return to the hedgerows, I’ll be there too.”
1/3: Writing to his young daughter, Pte Edward Stanley offered a promise shaped by the English countryside they both knew:
“When the birds return to the hedgerows, I’ll be there too.”
December 3, 2025 at 8:11 AM
3rd December 25.
1/3: Writing to his young daughter, Pte Edward Stanley offered a promise shaped by the English countryside they both knew:
“When the birds return to the hedgerows, I’ll be there too.”
1/3: Writing to his young daughter, Pte Edward Stanley offered a promise shaped by the English countryside they both knew:
“When the birds return to the hedgerows, I’ll be there too.”
2/2: It’s the perfect mix of humour and honesty. This Advent, we’re opening one letter each day, revealing the voices that rarely make the history books but tell us the most about the human experience of war.
December 2, 2025 at 10:17 AM
2/2: It’s the perfect mix of humour and honesty. This Advent, we’re opening one letter each day, revealing the voices that rarely make the history books but tell us the most about the human experience of war.
2/3: One line captures this perfectly. Writing to his mother from the Western Front, Private George Coppard tried to lift her worries with a flash of humour:
“Mother, don’t worry, the rats don’t bite often.”
“Mother, don’t worry, the rats don’t bite often.”
December 1, 2025 at 6:50 PM
2/3: One line captures this perfectly. Writing to his mother from the Western Front, Private George Coppard tried to lift her worries with a flash of humour:
“Mother, don’t worry, the rats don’t bite often.”
“Mother, don’t worry, the rats don’t bite often.”