I am here in Auckland for ANZAC Day. Its 100 years since you died at Passchendael and I want to honour the debt of gratitude I owe to you. The Christophers family are small but we are a tight group. The next generation of Christophers are learning of the ways that you and your brothers contributed to who we are today and we are sad to have lost you to a brutal war. I'm trying to find your daughter Juliette. I am not a genealogist and detail is not my thing but I have come close to finding traces of your family in my research to uncover your descendants. Go well and rest in peace. I'll come to see you soon.

I missed your grave in Belgium but visited your brothers Reg and Herbert. I saw Vic just recently and I'll see you some time soon. They went with songs to the battle,they were young. Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. The were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.