It was a true pleasure to meet with you last week.

Thanks so much Peter.

Hope you and yours are well, Dr France...

You are missing Alfred Corlett’s fate and how his family and team mates responded, together with the fate of the whole Gallipoli operation.

David, it was a privilege to meet you last week and Dave, I really appreciate your comments; they make the writing worthwhile. If you got a lump in your throat from the first part just wait until you read the rest. If my sis who proofreads the document is anything to go by, I suggest having a box of tissues handy.

As always, we’re indebted to you for the depth of your research and your obvious love for this period in our club and country’s history. Fascinating stuff.

When my mother passed away a couple of years ago – may I add at the grand old age of 99½ – I was given my Dad’s medals and war documents. A sergeant (Paratrooper) in the Liverpool Kings Regiment, he must have seen some of the most horrible of sights behind enemy lines yet not a word of any of his war came from his mouth – despite my brother and I trying to grill him many times as kids tend to do growing up.

In memory of Dad, I sent copies/photos to the Parachute Regiment in order for them to put him on their website – they have researched his past and have provided a fitting memorial to a father, and, of course, a true Blue, who ensured that his son was "Born, not manufactured": http://www.paradata.org.uk/people/brian-g-quinn

I would dearly recommend for anyone who has these kind of memories handed down to them to ensure that they share them on websites such as the Parachute Regiment.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

My great Grandad, Samuel Symon, an Evertonian from the 1880s, was also wounded at Gallipoli serving with the Royal Inniskillings. He was a bomb thrower and was wounded by a grenade which was thrown by his mate but hit the parapet and exploded in their own trench.

He was subsequently invalided out and received the silver wound badge, his Medal Index Card shows his service in the Balkans. My Dad said that he remembered him having a hole in his back that you could put your hand in it was that big.

I have his medals and those of my other great Grandad, another Evertonian called Frank Lowles who was killed at Arras on the Western Front in 1917 serving with the Royal Garrison Artillery. I also have his death plaque and medals.

Both of them instilled into their children that they were Evertonians and this has followed on through the generations, I have had a season ticket since I was 3, as does my sister and my daughter. My Dad had one before he passed away as did my own Granddad.

I continue to watch Everton home and away every week but I also collect WW1 medals and death plaques (Dead Men’s Pennies) to Liverpool lads. It’s nice to see that their service is still remembered.

Nil Satis Nisi Optimum.

That’s really interesting, I go and visit the grave every 2 years as my Dad’s ashes are spread there as well.

I will call in that cemetery and the Memorial, I also visit about half a dozen other graves of local lads when I’m over there as well.And if you know your history....

I have been living in New Zealand for the last 10 years, and Gallipoli is recognised as a huge historical event that affected the mindset of the colonists and the subsequent relationship with the mother country.

Always fascinating to hear of the ordinary people involved during historical events, their rich lives otherwise passing unnoticed without the historians' dedication to illuminate.

Thanks again, fabulous work.