When we think of the war horses during the remembrance period we tend to overlook the men who risked their lives to safeguard and care for them , particularly while in action at the front. These men not only witnessed the horrors of their human comrades being killed and mutilated but also their equine comrades. My grandfather Edwin Clark was one of these men . Men were often killed caring for their beloved horses. At about 6 p.m. on the evening of the 30 th . September 1918 my grandfather Edwin Clark and his fellow artillery drivers of the 13 th . Battery Canadian Field Artillery were “feeding-up” and watering their war horses at the wagon and horse line a mile back from the front line near the town of Raillencourt. Suddenly they heard an aircraft approaching. It was a German plane and before they could take cover it dropped some newly invented  “Daisy-Clipper” bombs into the middle of the horse lines. They were designed to explode a few inches from the ground throwing