Brave and murdered British soldiers are buried in war graves around the world, often in places so remote and inaccessible that their friends and families have never even seen them, let alone maintained or left by their side, impregnated with 39, love and regret.

That's why, as Britain prepares to honor its dead in battle on Remembrance Sunday, the Daily Mail has moved from the Arctic Circle to the African jungle and a devastated battle zone of the Middle East to honor the distant resting places of those who the ultimate sacrifice.

What we have discovered is enough to warm the coldest heart. Because despite the daily struggles for their survival – against shells, machine guns, poverty and hunger – the inhabitants of these sometimes desolate places have never stopped taking care of the graves of our heroes.

In the heart of the African bush, Kokou Esso, an impoverished villager, carefully sweeps the grave of an officer of the British Army. It is well maintained, pristine and, above all, remembered

In the heart of the African bush, Kokou Esso, an impoverished villager, carefully sweeps the grave of an officer of the British Army. It is well maintained, pristine and, above all, remembered

In the war-torn Gaza Strip, a scene of ongoing clashes between Israeli and Palestinian militants and several shelling attacks that have destroyed tombstones, four generations of Arab gardeners are calmly supporting the British tombs. World War I.

In Murmansk, 200 kilometers from the Arctic Circle, we found the graves of British soldiers from the same conflict.

By their side, Allied soldiers from the Second World War perished in convoys in the Arctic, providing a lifeline to our allies of the time, the Soviets.

A group of people from the region still lovingly maintain the graves, even in Putin's Russia.

Finally, in a remote village in Togo, West Africa – one of the poorest countries in the world – has a unique tomb commemorating the burial of the first British officer to death during the Great War. He is well cared for, virgin and, above all, remembered.

Gaza

The burial ground for British soldiers killed in Gaza during the two world wars is in the middle of what has once again become a war zone, surrounded by ruins, violence and armed checkpoints.

Missiles have rained around the graves. An armored bulldozer searched the basement for militants, and a crowd brandishing Kalashnikov invaded the cemetery.

Above, the constant buzz of an Israeli surveillance drone and, everywhere, the risk of greater violence between Israel and Hamas, the ruling Islamic group in the Gaza Strip.

Unsurprisingly, it is almost impossible for British relatives and friends to visit the graves of family members, because even with a lull in fighting, border controls are rigorous on both sides.

In the shadow of a mosque and within earshot of the call to Islamic prayer, Ibrahim, a skilled accountant, preserves the memory of these men, often watering by hand and all night long. causes endless power outages.

In the shadow of a mosque and within earshot of the call to Islamic prayer, Ibrahim, a skilled accountant, keeps the memory of these men, often watering by hand and all night long. causes endless power outages.

But Ibrahim Jaradah, 27, who works for the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, has long been committed to making this place an oasis of beauty and calm.

Thus, in the shade of the Jacaranda trees and surrounded by delicate alpine flowers, we found 3,217 immaculate Commonwealth graves dating from the First World War. Among them, 781 bear the simple inscription: "A soldier of the Great War … known to God".

Beside, 210 graves of the second world war. Second Lieutenant Stanley Boughey of the Royal Scots Fusiliers was only 21 when the Ottoman Army attacked El Burf, Palestine, on December 1, 1917.

The enemy had crawled up to 30 meters from the British firing line. Boughey rushed alone with bombs to the enemy, "performing a great execution and causing the surrender of a party of 30", as reported in an article in the London Gazette.

While Boughey turned to look for other bombs, he was wounded just as the enemy was surrendering. He died from his wounds three days later, on December 4.

Boughey's courage has earned him the most prestigious and prestigious award for gallantry against the enemy that can be presented to British and Commonwealth forces: the Victoria Cross.

His tomb bears the epitaph: "The blood of heroes is the seed of freedom." He rests a few steps away from the graves of Jewish soldiers, their gravestones engraved with the Star of David, also deceased fighting for British regiments.

The enemy had crawled up to 30 meters from the British firing line. Boughey (above) rushed alone with bombs, up to the enemy, doing a great run and causing the surrender of a party of 30, according to a report recorded in the London Gazette

The enemy had crawled up to 30 meters from the British firing line. Boughey (above) rushed alone with bombs to the enemy, "carrying out large executions and causing the surrender of a party of 30 people," as reported in an article in the London Gazette

In the shadow of a mosque and within earshot of the call to Islamic prayer, Ibrahim, a skilled accountant, preserves the memory of these men, often watering by hand and all night long. causes endless power outages.

"The graveyard is more important to us than rest or sleep," he says. "It touches our hearts. It's our garden rather than our work. '

A local bank wanted Ibrahim to work for them, but his commitment was elsewhere.

For he was born in the lodge of the cemetery, as were his father Essam, his father Ibrahim Sr. and his great grandfather Rabie.

All took care of these British graves for more than 60 years.

Because it is so difficult to bring new equipment over the border in beleaguered Gaza, workers are skilled mechanics (retaining old gardening equipment by improvising spare parts) and spread their own plants in two small greenhouses.

The tomb of Stanley Boughey is illustrated above. Ibrahim Jaradah, 27, who works for the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, has long been committed to making this place an oasis of beauty and calm

The tomb of Stanley Boughey is illustrated above. Ibrahim Jaradah, 27, who works for the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, has long been committed to making this place an oasis of beauty and calm

Ibrahim Sr., who died two years ago at the age of 81, was named MBE in 1994. He chose not to visit Buckingham Palace.

And now – like most people in Gaza – the rest of the family can not leave the band. This is largely prohibited by Israel.

Essam said about his son, "We are very proud of him. He continues the family walk. "

Unfortunately, despite the efforts of the family, the dead have not always been allowed to rest in peace.

In 2006, Israel paid an indemnity of £ 90,000 to the Commonwealth War Graves Commission for damages caused during an air strike. Three years later, shells destroyed 350 headstones, leaving burn marks on the perfectly cut grass.

The Jaradahs, on the other hand, are a Palestinian family caring for the graves of men killed in action for Britain.

Our government, in 1917, adopted the Balfour Declaration, creating in turn the state of Israel and causing the flight of the Jaradahs from Palestine to Gaza in 1948.

But they can not stand hatred. They are proud of their work and the soldiers whose graves they occupy.

"Everyone is equal here," says Ibrahim. "We take care of everyone regardless of their religion or politics."

Murmansk

Three wreaths of artificial flowers mark a dark place 125 miles inside the Arctic Circle.

It is strange and haunting to find the graves of British soldiers, especially because most of them died in 1919, a year after the official end of the First World War.

Surrounded by a stone wall and in the shadow of an imposing fish processing plant, this tiny cemetery is all that remains of a forgotten conflict. For these lost men, the centenary of the end of the Great War took place a year too early.

The cemetery – which survived the cold war and the deteriorating relations between London and Moscow – is still maintained by locals.

Such a consecration is particularly poignant because the Russians had no reason to respect these British warriors – they had come to fight the Bolsheviks after the 1917 revolution.

Their regiments included East Surrey, Royal Sussex, Yorkshire and Highland Light.

Ivan Keravka, the hard skipper of an icebreaker moored in Murmansk Bay, has never forgotten the region. Walking between the gravestones, he thinks of his own children. "Some of these men were so young," he says

Ivan Keravka, the hard skipper of an icebreaker moored in Murmansk Bay, has never forgotten the region. Walking between the gravestones, he thinks of his own children. "Some of these men were so young," he says.

They were sent by Winston Churchill, then Minister of War, and held Murmansk and Archangel for a while, fighting for white Russians (on the tsarist side of the civil war), before Britain withdrew, realizing that it was a hopeless cause.

Over the decades, Murmansk has respected and cared for the 83 graves of former enemies of Moscow, who were then ordered to crush the new communist uprising in Russia.

Ivan Keravka, the hard skipper of an icebreaker moored in Murmansk Bay, has never forgotten the region. Walking between the gravestones, he thinks of his own children.

"Some of these men were so young," he says. "They were thousands of miles away from home. Of course the graves are respected.

"They have never been damaged, because when you think of your own children, you can only offer respect, even if at one point they were our enemies."

Sgt. James Francis McDonald of Burnley, son of a tailor, was only 16 when he enlisted in 1914. The following year, while that was not the case. he was fighting at the Dardanelles, he was hit in the shoulder and chest.

Sgt. James Francis McDonald of Burnley, son of a tailor, was only 16 when he enlisted in 1914. The following year, while that was not the case. he was fighting at the Dardanelles, he was hit in the shoulder and chest.

In a park in the center of Murmansk, the Russians have a memorial dedicated to their compatriots who died as part of the "intervention war" described by the Allies.

It is one kilometer from the British Cemetery near the Fish Processing Plant, where a commemorative plaque of Private Wickens from East Surrey, who died in 1919 at the age of 18, reads: "In memory of one of the best who sacrificed his life for comrade."

In another Murmansk cemetery, under the auspices of the CWGC, is the grave of 16 year-old J. B. Anderson, steward on the steamboat Induna, who died on 3 April 1942.

His tomb, surrounded by those of his comrades, bears the legend: "His leaf perished in the green under the breath of the Arctic storm".

Sgt. James Francis McDonald of Burnley, son of a tailor, was only 16 when he enlisted in 1914. The following year, while that was not the case. he was fighting at the Dardanelles, he was hit in the shoulder and chest.

Bravely, he then served in France as a member of the machine gun corps and survived the rest of the war. After his demobilization in 1918, this young man who had known so much of the war volunteered for the Russian campaign.

He was killed fighting the Bolsheviks on September 9, 1919 – one of the last casualties of the campaign. He was only 21 years old.

To go

In the heart of the African bush, Kokou Esso, an impoverished villager, carefully sweeps the grave of an officer of the British Army. The fact that Lieutenant George Masterman Thompson was the first officer killed during the Great War has no bearing on Kokou.

"Many Africans have died in wars," he says. "But this man has also lost his life, many miles from home, which is why we care about his grave."

The fact that Lieutenant George Masterman Thompson was the first officer killed during the Great War has no bearing on Kokou. "Many Africans have died in wars," he says. But this man has also lost his life, many miles from home. That's why we care about his grave

The fact that Lieutenant George Masterman Thompson was the first officer killed during the Great War has no bearing on Kokou. "Many Africans have died in wars," he says. "But this man has also lost his life, many miles from home, which is why we care about his grave.

Kokou has many reasons for not fulfilling this voluntary obligation, including the challenge of daily survival in a country where it is normal to have almost nothing.

But it commits itself and the Wahala cemetery – a winding and dangerous road 100 kilometers from the capital, Lomé, dilapidated villages and trucks down – is surprisingly well maintained and tidy in the middle of misery.

The graves are immaculate. Among them is that of Lieutenant Thompson, aged 24, formerly of Wellington College (motto: "Fortune Favors the Bold") and Sandhurst.

It is unlikely that Thompson foresaw his fate here, thousands of miles from the mud and trenches of the Western Front. But the war came unexpectedly early in Africa.

The Germans, colonial leaders of Togoland – as it was known at the time – had built a state-of-the-art wireless radio station in Kamina, the most beautiful in Africa.

During the first week of the First World War, 200 messages from the Atlantic Merchant Navy and other intelligence sources were sent to Berlin.

It had to be destroyed to protect the vital British supply lines and Lieutenant Thompson, recently entered service in the Royal Scots, was the man. He served in the neighboring British colony of the Gold Coast, now Ghana.

On August 22, 1914, Thompson led a small force of French Senegalese troops into action against the German forces in Chra, Togoland. It was a fierce and significant commitment and he was killed in action.

A few days later, the outnumbered Germans set fire to the Kamina wireless radio station instead of letting it fall into the hands of the enemy.

Thompson was posthumously awarded the Croix de Guerre with Palms by the French, who congratulated his gallantry.

His death is still marked every year in his old school in the Berkshire countryside.

And thousands of kilometers from Togo, Kokou Esso will eliminate the African dust from the tomb of this hero, perhaps ignoring the importance of the day, while honoring his memory nevertheless.

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