My uncle Lewis was officially Charles Lewis, and he was born in July of 1890. He died on June 13th, 1916 at Sanctuary Wood. He signed up first and went overseas, and was in the 1st Brigade. He died in the summer of 1917.
When we went camping as kids we took his old footlocker, and you could still see the different colour in the paint where he had had his name and number on it, nailed on with metal tags. The thing that my grandfather always was grateful for was that my grandmother died in April of 1917, and he wrote a letter to uncle Lewis in Europe. When he got all of Lewis' goods back, there was the letter from grandpa to uncle Lewis and it wasn't opened, so grandpa always felt that it was better that both his wife and his son died not knowing the other had.