Is this, is this your joy,
O bird, then I, though a boy,
for a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!*
Arthur Yates Statham, around 1910.
We all know how the years go — how they glide by, gathering speed in autumn such that the end of December arrives and the year is gone, and more youth too. Before 2017 departs entirely, there’s a centenary to note: the loss in World War I of a British soldier, Arthur Yates Statham, who died in France during the Arras offensive in May, 1917.
But stop there. –Is it better to remember how he lived or how he died? His death in battle could reasonably overwhelm the rest of his story, but if we could ask Arthur, how would he want to be remembered? Would he want to be defined by the circumstances of his death or by his life?
In this post, we consider his life, brief though it was, and remember him through a two-part diary from 1913.
The Consecrated Eminence 