It’s something of a truism that the sheer scale of British losses in the Great War makes them hard to comprehend : only when they are broken down to human scale (towns, villages, families) are our imaginations able to grasp the extent of the calamity. This War Memorial is situated on Trent Bridge in Nottingham
I pass it often on my way over the Trent to the cricket ground and it never fails to stop me in my tracks.
It is dedicated “to the glory of God and in grateful memory of the members of the four rowing clubs of this City who died for their Country in the Great War”.
Four rowing clubs, fifty-six dead. Imagine.
The Crimson Rambler 