When my Granny Ina lost her husband, Herbert, on a battlefield in the First World War, a grateful nation sent her a medal and a note from King George V. He whom this scroll commemorates was numbered among the those who at the call of King and Country, left all that was dear to them, endured hardness, faced danger, and finally passed out of the sight of men by the path of duty and sacrifice, giving up their own lives that others might live in freedom. Let those who come after see to it that his name not be forgotten. My grandmother put the scroll away. I found it, when I was a curious kid rummaging through her sock drawer looking for hidden candy. The medal and scroll, obviously, hadn't meant much to Granny. She never talked about Herbert. It was as if he hadn't existed. The only evidence of Private O'Neill was the man who lived with us, his son Vern, a 50-something oddity with the mind of a ten-year-old who used to take me out on Hallowe'en dressed li...
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