A green door

Looking across the road...

Walter: See that house. Number 9? There's a story to that front door.
Robert: The green front door.
Walter: Yes. It's 1915, and a young man comes out that front door, opens the gate, and walks off down the road with his kit bag slung over his shoulder.
Robert: A soldier?
Walter: Called to the war. To serve country. Boarded the train and never came back.
Robert: Europe?
Walter: Died in the mud near Ypres.
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Voice-over
All that is left of those many are their names commemorated on plaques. In the the war memorial. A way to remember young lives cut short. Sometimes memory of them lingers in other ways.