My four times great-uncle on my mother’s side was born in 1831. There are minimal glimpses of this man. He has not left us much. What I know of his life seems to be just brief glimpses; his name, his date and place of birth, where he lived at 10 year intervals to coincide with census returns, his father’s occupation, the names of his siblings, that he trained as a baker then joined a cavalry regiment before the Crimean War. Upon joining the army, the visibility of this man increases slightly, and we learn that his regiment participated in the Charge of the Light Brigade. But my relative was in Scutari hospital at the time of the battle. He was shipped home, discharged and died under the surgeon’s knife aged 27. His mother signed for his body and took him home, where he was buried with no grave marker, and any memory of the man faded.