Yanuck, I'm going to venture a guess that he was a cavalry officer? Did he make it home again? Several million didn't.
My Great Grandfather was at the Somme, and was given a compassionate leave because my Great Grandmother was pregnant, in the hospital, and ill with tuberculosis, and had five children that were taken into an orphanage. They only gave him the leave because of the insistence of the orphanage. He came home, and arrived just a week after she died. He missed her funeral. She had a baby four weeks before she died, and the baby was sent to a family a hundred miles away, where she also died at the age of 8 weeks. It took ninety years for us to find her, but we know where she is now. Great Grandfather caught the flu in 1918, and died after being sick for only three days. He was thirty three years old, and left five orphaned children, one of which was my Grandmother. His funeral was in the military cemetery, on Nov. 11, 1918, at exactly 11 a.m. Exactly the end of the war. I've always wondered if he knew the war ended.
For us, the Remembrance Day ceremonies are like having his funeral over again every year. It makes them even more special.