Like many people I have always kept my father’s medals. I knew that he and my uncle both served in the First World War and that my uncle had been killed, but very little more until I started doing some research. I still don’t know that much as there are few family members around now to ask, my father having died when I was a small baby. My uncle Robert , same name as me, was one of the teenage tommies as they were called who joined the Northamptonshire Regiment. It may be that my father named me after him, I don’t know. He was probably 16 when he joined up and the older of the two brothers. I’ve written up their story for my family and a version of it appears here as ‘Brothers in Arms’. Writing it and being involved in this project has brought into sharp focus just what the First World War means for people personally today.