Just a boy
His name was John Parr. He was born in Lichfield Grove, and was the youngest of eleven siblings. He was fourteen when the 5’3 tall teenager lied about his age to enlist into the british military. He became a reconnaissance cyclist. Three years later, he was ordered to take up a defence in Belgium.
It is 1914.
A german cavalryman squeezes a cold, hard trigger.
Innocence is lost.
A mother cries out into the dark for her boy.
John Parr is dead.
And the nightmare has only begun.