Every time I see this picture I remember how the gentleman who directed us to this cemetery described it.
“A little one”
In this little one are men who still haven’t gone home, 100 years later.
That’s a lot of brothers, sons, husbands, dads, friends.
In other “little ones” and many many large ones are other husbands, dads, sons – some in foreign countries, some who have never been visited by family.
Some whose family don’t know they are there.
Some whose names are forgotten, or were never known.