This is my great-uncle, Percy Fletcher, and he was gassed during the First World War. He returned from the war and, unfortunately, because he was gassed, his two daughters died very young. They were only two and three years old when they both died. I know that he wasn’t the same man when he came back and he died quite young as well.
I think we’re warring peoples. I think there will always be conflict. Unfortunately, I think in the end, we’ll destroy ourselves. I try not to think about that too much ‘cause I’ve got children, I’ve got grandchildren. I like to think going forward, they will live in a peaceful world, but I can’t see it.