My Dad served in World War II in the RAF, just missing out on becoming a pilot due to complicated mathematics that his village school teaching until the age of 13 did not fit him for, but he still served, and flew.
He was in charge of transport in various locations round the world, he served in South Africa, India and finally in Burma.
My Dads cousin, did not, he died after being in France for 4 weeks, taking food along the trenches to other soldiers, he was 20 years old, and it was just weeks away from the end of World War I.
This is the only photograph we have which was printed in the local paper. As far as we can tell no one talked about him in the family, and so we are not sure who remembers him today.
But we do, and all those who have fought, and died, or who survived, not just in the forces, but those civilians who lost their lives too.