Of note this week is David Cameron's plans to celebrate (sorry, commemorate) the centenary of the outbreak of the First World War in 2014. Now I am an oldish but by no means geriatric guy. In fact I was born in the year 1960. This makes me fifty three this year. When I was a small child I first came up against the consequences of the First World War. I was taken on a family visit to some distant relatives who lived in Laurencekirk, I would have been about four, certainly no more than five. So, 1964 or 1965. These relatives were an elderly brother and sister who shared a household. The sister had looked after the brother since he was invalided out of the the army in the First World War after being caught in a poison gas attack. Let's say 1916 or 1917. This guy had basically been a bedridden invalid (as the phrase used to be) for more than forty five years. That thought still has the power to shock me now. Roughly the same interval of time a...
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