Charles Edward Fysh

There is a piece of family history i desperately want to preserve

But because of sentimental reasons, i didn;t know whether i should post it
but i so desperately wanted his story not to be forgotten
being forgotten seems like a terrible death to me
they say you die twice, when your heart stops and when someone says your name for the last time

so i decided to write it down here.
please respect this story and don;t laugh at it no matter how funny it may seem at times (or a certain time)
if you don't think you can treat this with the solemnity it deserves
please
don't read it

this is told in the words of my auntie who told me the story of Charles Edward Fysh after i mailed her a story i wrote about a death in the Singapore NS force. so here it is:

If you google Charles Edward Fysh, you will find a relative of mine, by marriage, he married Helen Flora Jane MacDougall, Granpy Mac's (my mother's mother's daddy) cousin. He was so young when he joined up to serve in the army in the First World War. He was at university and was studying mining - he would have gone abroad and made his fortune digging for gold or minerals somewhere! But he didn't, of course, and he joined the Scottish regiment as a Southern Englishman.

Then he was so brave and brilliant that he was promoted from being a Private to an acting lieutenant to a lieutenant to a captain and finally to a major at the age of 23. He was decorated with medals - mentioned in despatches and he fought in each campaign, finally at the Marne, where in his final act of heroism he died, just two months before the stupid war ended.

There's more to the story but that i decided can't be put out. It's a family secret.