The War was abhorrent to him, and he agonised over questions of murder and fear. Ultimately, he fought because he loved peace. It is impossible for me to think of him at the front. The very sight of him in a khaki uniform was incongruous. I prefer to remember him as I knew him best: a soft-eyed, modest boy laughing with his friends as he walked down country lanes on his way back from a football match.
