I’M glad to say that I know no one who’s caught the coronavirus, the biggest world crisis since the Second World War.

In contrast, as we approach Remembrance Sunday we remember above all, those who died in the Great War by the end of which everyone in the land knew a relative, friend or neighbour who fell.

Entire streets were left bereft of young men. My Great Uncle William Clough was one of the many thousands who perished in 1916 during the dreadful battle of the Somme. He was just a young man, newly married to a girl still in her teens. These young men were the heroes of the time.

One hundred years ago, memorials were springing up in every city, town and village to bring solace and togetherness to remember those who were bereaved.

We will remember them.

Colin Hatton, Marton, Middlesbrough.