On the 15th September 1914 private David Sinclair was killed. His wife who at the time was five months pregnant with my mother was never told that all she received was a telgram "Missing presumed dead" every night for the rest of her life she kept a lamp lit in the window waiting for her Dauvitt. Now part of her was very well aware he would never come home but because of that telegram there was always the what if (What if he had been hit on the head and lost his memory, someday it might return and he will look for me" She brought up his children and never married again because her Dauvitt just might make it home some day.

I don't nescessarily agree with this modern idea of families forcing the lifting of fishing boats that sank, men of the sea have always accepted that one day it may be their grave. I can however understand families wanting to know where their loved one lost his or her life it is very difficult to move on if you cannot close a door (This is not the same as remembering a loved one fondly from within the love and security of a new relationship)

I also accept and agree with Little hawks point that mankind by nature is curious from the moment as infants when we stuff something in our mouth and throught life we have an urge to learn about things. Sadly the one thing we never seem to learn from is the past.