I say!
I've been sorting through some old postcards, found in my Zanzibar chest. As you know, the Milngavie's have fought in various wars and battles. Mention a war, and the first thought of a true Milngavie is "Where's ma claymore?"
The following postcards were collected by ancestral Milngavie's during the First World War. You know the sort of thing - fight your way round France and Belgium and collect some souvenirs on the way, to remind yourself what a nice time you had.
None of these postcards have any writing on them, but one can imagine the sorts of things that were written on the ones that were actually sent home: "Dearest Mater, having a lovely time here in the trenches. The shelling stopped mid afternoon and then the sun came out, so have been able to work on my tan. Bagged a couple of Germans early evening whilst on sniper duty, and am looking forwards to the bully beef for tea. Hope you are well."


Above is a postcard showing the Place Verte, in Verviers, and below is what the same scene looks like today, from a slightly lower vantage point.

MM III