After seeing the wonderful production of Mary's Wedding, I thought again how WW1 affected my family. My mother was born on February 4th, 1918, and her father, Private George Drysdale of the 10th Battalion, the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders, was killed on Friday, 23rd August, 1918, on the Somme in France. So, my mother never knew her father. Unlike Mary, my grandmother never re-married, as most of the young men in Argyllshire were wiped out too. My auntie Bett never married for the same reason. My mother grew up in a house of women, with her mother, aunt and grandmother. She never had any siblings.
In August of 2001, my sister and I, with our husbands, took my mother to the Heath Cemetery, at Harbonierres, Somme, France, to see her father's grave for the first time. She was very moved to finally see her father's resting place.
For me, my grandfather's ultimate sacrifice was a waste of a promising young man's life. George Drysdale never met his only child. His wife was a single parent for many years. His daughter never had a father to guide her growing up. I agree with Mary in Mary's Wedding, peace is better than war, war is pointless. I am a pacificist.