Feature Letter of March 19th, 2024
Cobourg World
March 19th 1915
Ted came on with me to the outpost, where we buried a man in our Battalion graveyard, in a field 50 yards from where Ted had been lurking four days on watch. As the four of us stood around the shallow grave, with the stillness of the night broken only by the swish of bullets, and the distant crack of an occasional rifle, one's sad heart turned to the home far away that in a day or two would receive the little yellow missive saying, 'Your son was killed in action,' May God comfort the sorrowing hearts.