Discoveries produce a surge of excitement, connections between sources are made, arguments and conflicts seem to be settled, at least until you accept the awful truth that simply because two sources agree, the hard reality or the whole truth has not necessarily been un-earthed. I want to listen and soak it all up - see the conflict and the relationships their experiences forged through their eyes. This all stops abruptly when the present intrudes and cuts you off leaving temporary, sweet regret. No, researching is a lot of fun but it drinks deep from a shallow well of time.
Arthur left this life at the age of 24 on the 2nd September 1918, (not the 12th as reported across several internet based sources.) His casualty, service and squadron records along with his gravestone all have the correct date in place. This fascinating search goes on, I take delivery of his personal affects early in the New Year to continue the process of transcribing and recording the contents. An absorbing task that will doubtless fuel our time machine for several months as we strive to understand his life and times."… a stall turn low down near Bruay, striking a bank about 9-30pm. Machine crashed heavily and burst into flames. Pilot admitted to hospital suffering from burns to face and legs and severe concussion."