By February 1915 the Western Front was in a deadlock.
In military folklore, a cavalry charge is something glorious. In reality, it was a filthy, harrowing business for horse and rider alike. Jack Laiste of Birmingham was a 17-year-old lancer, proudly riding off to war on his charger, Queenie. It was November 1914 in a country lane in Northern France. All was quiet. The sun was shining. He recalls:
It was another world. In her warm, cosy flat in Wolverhampton, 95-year-old Clarice Onions casts her mind back to the long, hot summer of 1914. George V was on the throne. Herbert Asquith was Prime Minister. Little Clarice’s father Thomas Ricketts was a 27-year-old railway worker and a former soldier, still on the reserve list.
Taser stun guns were brandished more than 600 times in nine years by Staffordshire police officers - the highest rate in the country.