Percy Pritchard RFC in peaked cap c1917

A smiler for the Vintage Photos Theme Park. Perhaps it was the first time in his new uniform. He only joined the Royal Flying Corps in 1917, shortly before it became the Royal Air Force. Maybe he had just gained his Corporal's stripes.
Sorry I haven't been contributing much in the way of photos or comments recently. It has been a busy time, snapping away at a Church Summer Festival, with flower arrangements, classic cars and an exhibition of locally made quilts, another Church's Fete, with dignitaries, stalls, sideshows and a fun dog show to record and an open garden. All of which needed photos for the parish magazine, the website and local newspapers. Whether any of that will find its way into future generations' vintage photos theme parks is hard to say - I suspect not.

Sounds like you've been quite busy! And it's interesting to ponder the question about whether our current photos will become vintage ones in the future. Perhaps there will be some sort of mashup of the Wayback Machine and whatever replaces Facebook that will automatically notify the Martian colonists about the interesting photos that were appearing 100 years ago on that ancient communication platform known as the Vintage Photos Theme Park. 8)

What a nice looking man. I hope the war didn't damage him too greatly.
Alan, I chuckled at your future scenario!

Kind of you to think of Percy's well-being. He seems to have come out of his service in a fairly good state. His first experience of the war was in the trenches at Gallipolli. He was invalided out with frostbite. He then joined the Imperial Camel Corps in the Middle East at the same time as Lawrence of Arabia. His final deployment was as a motorcycle courier in the Royal Flying Corps, based near Cairo. He was a keen glider pilot between the wars and was commissioned as an assault glider pilot training officer in WW2.

My grandfather was also at Gallipoli. He had registered as a C.O. saying that he couldn't kill anyone, so they sent him there on the ambulance crew. He would never talk about it. He lost two brothers in the war within days of each other. I think he was damaged by the war, but as Loudon Wainwright sings,
"My mom's father was a tragic guy
But he was so distant and nobody knows why..."
Funnily enough, I think my grandfather was also stationed in Egypt. I'll have to check that with my mother.

My mother confirmed that he was indeed stationed in Egypt - and near Cairo!

The world is full of coincidence! I was taught English set books by a New Zealand teacher who had taught the same set books in New Zealand, the year before, to a New Zealander who lived in the same digs as me when I first moved to London.