What are Pals' best-remembered/poignant anecdotes or writings about November 1918? The stories about the last soldiers to be killed, or the arrival of the telegram at Wilfred Owen's family home are familiar to most of us.
What about some lesser known ones?
The one I always recall is the story of the young girl who'd lost her father in the war, and was too upset to stand and join in as the teacher ordered her class to sing the national anthem on November 11th. She was caned for her 'disobedience'.
Gets me every time I think of it. I imagine there are many examples out there.

The stoy of the soldier who had to keep watch across No Man's Land that night - and he heard the tramp of marching boots all night when there was no one there. He thought it was a 'vision' of all the dead retunring. Always gives me the shivers.
Marina

Marina, can you tell me any more about this story? I've not heard of it before...