In 2003, I went to Belgium with a friend and her husband whose name is Trevor. Our quest was to try to find any information about what had happened to Trevor’s father who was lost in Belgium in WWII.
There were a few things we knew for sure. Trevor’s father, an English gunner, had been wounded during the D-Day invasion, sent back to England to recover and then, with three other soldiers, had returned to the continent to rejoin his regiment. We knew that, somewhere along the way, one had been wounded and the others had been taken prisoner by the Germans and held in a farmhouse somewhere around Yvoir in the Meuse Valley. We also knew that two of them had been shot and buried along with a Belgian resistance fighter in the communal cemetery in Dorinne, a nearby village. No trace of Trevor’s father had ever been found.