He was the youngest of 4 brothers aged between 15 and 22. They were from a farming family in Cheshire.
Shortly after war was declared all 4 went to join up.
All 4 were in the same regiment (I can't remember which), did training together.
Apart from occasional letters home, their parents didn't have any contact with them.
In the winter of 1918-19 the mother was in the kitchen when she heard a shout from my great-grandfather.
Despite overwhelming odds all 4 had survived!
Being down to earth, farming types, there was no great display of affection. Instead, because they were filthy and lice ridden, they needed a wash.
My grandfather used to chuckle "4 years and the first thing she said was "You're not coming in this house in that state"".