This poem, written many years ago, records a tragic incident of 1942 or 1943 (when I was just old enough to be a uniformed private in the Home Guard). The tragedy was understandably not given publicity. In recent enquiries I have been unable to establish the name, rank, regiment or corps of the victim, or the army base from which he came (maybe not ‘CSM from Caterham’). I should be glad if he were identified, and I could take his family to the exact spot where he died. (The stun grenade was redesigned). S.G.