To commemorate the centenary of the outbreak of the First World War, our readers have been contributing to GuardianWitness the photos, diaries and journals of their relatives. Here is a selection of the best from the mundanity of life at the front to the full horror of battle. To see more pictures, diaries and journals, or contribute your own, go to http://ift.tt/1avkTVY
I was a bairn of five in 1928 and the end of the Great War was only 10 years past. It was as fresh in the countrys memory as a newly dug grave. My grandfather had lost his first-born son to the ravenous appetite of that conflagration. It was a wound that never healed. He carried my uncles death with a stoic sadness that was familiar to many from that generation and those hard times.
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