A century ago the body of an unknown soldier was returned from the old front line.

Buried amongst kings in Westminster Abbey, he became Britain's unknown warrior of the Great War.

Today, as the clock strikes eleven, we might think of him, or perhaps our own unknown warriors.

Today is Armistice Day, the day the guns fell silent, the subject that we covered in the previous

episode of the old front Line. On this day in

1918, the Great War on the Western Front came to an end with the signing of the

armistice and the war ending at 11 o'clock on the 11th day of the 11th month. Today is a day that

many of us observe in addition to Remembrance Sunday to commemorate in particular

the dead of the Great War. Normally I would be in Eap for the ceremonies at the Menning Gates

or at my local war memorial here in South Yorkshire. But this strange year in which we're living,

none of that is possible. And today I'll walk down on my own

as part of my daily exercise and go and visit a single wargrave in Elskar Churchyard. Here I'll

stand at the grave of Arthur Woolley of the 10th Battalion, the West Yorkshire Regiment. He was a lad

from Elsica from the village.

In many respects when I stand at his grave, I'm looking at his entire world. Church Street is just

ahead of me, and he lived at the back of a brickyard there, just a few hundred metres from

where his grave is today. I can look just to my right, and there's the school that he attended as a young man,

and over my shoulder is the Elsica Canal, and the site of the old Elsica Collary, where he worked

after leaving school as a boy. He was a conscript conscripted in 1918. He spent less than 200

days in the army. He went across, just as the British army was smashing the German positions on the Western Front in the battles of the Hindenburg Line,

and he was wounded in the Battle of the Cell near the village of Neuivli.

He came back to Britain, was treated for his wounds in London, and then sadly died of his wounds on the 30th of November 1918 in the Northern

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