Iwish I could tell my father about George Henry Darby, his uncle and his mother’s favourite brother. He never knew him, because George Henry, a Coldstream Guardsman, died from wounds in 1915, but Dad, born in 1920, grew up with a family grief that must have been still fresh though rarely talked about
Dad knew very little about George Henry, but a soldier himself he always squared his shoulders and stood a little straighter when
