Those of you who have been visiting the Throne for at least a year may recognise the name in the title of this post, namely that of Lance Corporal Frederick Pickup of the East Lancashire Regiment, who, like twenty thousand other men, died on 1st July 1916 whilst serving his King and country in the Great War.
He was just twenty-five years of age and he was my great uncle by marriage. His death left my great aunt Clara a war widow at the age of twenty-three.
Frederick Pickup: gone, but not forgotten.
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May he rest in peace. My great-grandfather was wounded during the course of same battle.
Thanks, Ana, the thought is mutual.
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