Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

1 July 1916 - The Somme - 07:15

The crescendo was building all around them. The artillery barrage, which although constant of late, had increased dramatically in the last few hours.

Stanley Thomas Birch tipped back his head and stared into the heavens straight above him. A light mist broke to reveal a clear blue sky. It was going to be a beautiful summer’s day. He permitted his mind to float home and pictured his wife cradling their son. He longed to return.

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