MY father Jack Law was wounded at the Somme in World War One. He lost part of his leg and had various other injuries.
He married my mother not long after coming home, and lived in Maria Street, in the Spon Lane area of West Bromwich where my older sister was born, along with myself and my baby sister.
My father died at the age of 38 years I believe, because of his injuries, and had a military funeral at St Peter's Church, Greets Green.
I was about three years of age at the time, but I can still remember the bugles sounding the 'last post' and my black patent shoes and white socks.
My older sister passed away not long after my father, which left my mother Kate, myself and my little sister.
When I was about six or seven my mother died in bed between myself and my baby sister who was younger than myself.
We were locked in the room for no one knows how long, owing to the fact that we could not reach the bolt at the top of the door.
I remember the crowds lining the pavements when we got out.
Our life as orphans was not very happy and I am attempting to write a book about how my sister and myself fared as we grew up.
But dates and facts are very difficult to remember.
I am 85 years old now, my sister passed away and I am the only survivor of that little family.
I have managed to locate my father's grave at St Peter's Church, and my mother Kate's at the old church, and found a few photographs.
But other than that, and because of our life after we became orphans, there are only a few memories.
The Bugle is sent to me every two weeks.
They were ordered by my daughter Ann Langford for my Christmas present and I look forward to them as I love The Bugle.
The commemoration of World War One will be taking place shortly.
The men and women who sacrificed their all must not be forgotten, but we should also give a little thought for those sad families, wives and children who are left behind.
Joan Elizabeth Jones,
7 Cwyrt Dowell,