The Wildgoose Chase

I met Chelsea Pensioner Walter Wildgoose in 1977 when he was 87 and I was 26. Through a series of letters written over the last year of his life, he passed along his life story - the workhouse children's home, a life in the British Army witnessing the opening battles of World War I and life in India, a remarkable family surviving the bombs of World War II London. This blog will document my research and progress on the novel I'm writing about this amazing man.

Thursday, November 09, 2006


I was in England last week. Since I was there on business and most of my time was well and truly scheduled beyond my control, I had no chance to nip into the Imperial War Museum or British Army Museum for more research on the book I'm writing about Walter's life. I'm also disappointed that there was no time to go by the Cenotaph.
I did stop and take a photo of the Animals in War monument on Park Lane across from Hyde Park. "They had no choice," the sculpture says.

I also bought a couple of poppies, which I proudly wear in remembrance of Walter and Bert. Bert lost his life at Aubers Ridge in May, 1915. And Walter lost his brother.

We won't forget.
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