Chums England and McMullen of The Old Contemptibles Association attend a service at Mons, 11th November 1927.

On an October evening in 1916 Second Lieutenant Louis Stokes of 2nd Bn. Royal Marine Light Infantry watches a pair of kestrels swirl in the sky, silhouetted against the burst of star shells over the front.

Inspired by the words of 2/Lt Louis Stokes in a letter home to his family;

I sat down by a haystack, a grey and dirty but dry-smelling haystack. Two kestrels rushed up and with loud screams fluttered wildly in the air nearby and departed ranging over the fields. As it got dark the flashes of the guns began to show in the distance; continual coming and going like summer lightning, and the bright Very lights (‘star shells’ the papers call them) rose slowly and hung like stars along the line…

In late December 1916 Second Lieutenant Francis Belcher is greeted with a smile and a gift as he and his men of 1/6th Royal Warwickshires are relieved from a stint in the front line. A weary Henry Nichols looks on.

Sergeant Joseph Heacock makes his way along what’s left of the front line, the worsening weather enveloping everything. In the barren mudscape of the Somme looms the mighty Thiepval Memorial to the Missing; a premonition of what was to be his fate.

Bombardier Albert Polly, 163rd Siege Battery, Royal Garrison Artillery, battles the elements of the winter of 1918 to feed a 6 inch howitzer.

Private Ernest Coleman of 7th Bn. Leicestershire Regiment stands at the bottom of a trench ladder waiting for his platoon commander to blow the whistle.