In full regimental uniform he beams out from a silver frame. Lavish blooms adorn the old man’s marble grave.
“Colonel Duncan McDowall…an officer who served his country well.”
Gold-etched words glisten in the sun’s rays. His family has ensured that Colonel McDowall’s memorial reflects his wealth and status.
Beneath a numbered wooden cross stands a jam jar filled with spring flowers. You need to visit the records office to know who lies here.
But his memorial doesn’t need gold engraving on marble; he is etched onto his family’s heart.
“Private Jimmy Downie… fatally wounded during the Battle of Monte Casino”.
“Colonel Duncan McDowall…an officer who served his country well.”
Gold-etched words glisten in the sun’s rays. His family has ensured that Colonel McDowall’s memorial reflects his wealth and status.
Beneath a numbered wooden cross stands a jam jar filled with spring flowers. You need to visit the records office to know who lies here.
But his memorial doesn’t need gold engraving on marble; he is etched onto his family’s heart.
“Private Jimmy Downie… fatally wounded during the Battle of Monte Casino”.
