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A copy of the entry relating to R R Inwood from the Australian Dictionary of Biography can be seen at abd.anu.edu.au/biography/inwood-reginald-roy-6795

UK Victoria Cross Medals database has the following: Name:Reginald Roy Inwood Birth Date:14 Jul 1890 Birth Place:Renmark, North Adelaide, South Australia Death Date:23 Oct 1971 Death Place:Tara Private Hospital, St Peter's, Adelaide Regimental number 506 10th Battalion (SA) Austalian Imperial Force Australia Birth Index shows his father as Edward Inwood and mother Mary Ann Minney born North Adelaide 14 Jul 1890. His Wikipedia entry is here en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Inwood And www.anzacday.org.au additional details www.anzacday.org.au/education/medals/vc/details/inwood.html Service record details: www.awm.gov.au/units/people_564.asp www.aif.adfa.edu.au/showPerson?key=INWOOD/RR/506 shows Brothers: 320 Pte Harold ray INWOOD, 43rd Bn, returned to Australia, 10 September 1917; 1533 Sergeant Robert Minney INWOOD, 10th Bn, killed in action, 24 July 1916. Details of the action at Polygon Wood www.polygonwood.com/The%20Battle%20for%20Polygon%20Wood.htm

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The Belgian city of Ypres (Ieper) saw some of the worst horrors of the war. From the dated pictures in the Bain flow near this one, this scene is likely after the Second Battle of Ypres (there were to be five during the war). During this battle, Chlorine gas was first used by the Germans, inflicting thousands of deaths. The town itself was more or less completely destroyed by the end of the war.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Battle_of_Ypres
There were more than a hundred thousand dead, wounded or missing in the battle. In the Third Battle of Ypres there were 450,000 to 800,000 casualties.
John McCrae wrote his famous poem "In Flanders Fields" during this battle.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

grace!