The grime of nine decades had tarnished its golden gleam. But something drew Maurice Green’s eye to the battered old bugle on the bric-a-brac market stall. When he looked closer, he noticed the first three digits engraved on it matched his grandfather’s Army service number.

And when he held it in his hands, something told him that it was meant to be his. Back home, he cleaned away the dirt to find the very bugle his grandfather had played during the battle of the Somme in 1916 – the battle he never came home from.

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