Remember the Day

This is my Great Uncle’s British War Medal from the First World War. It is the only family medal I possess as I have been unable to find anything relating to my Grandfather, though I have photographs suggesting he served in Egypt - my dad always claimed his father had served with Lawrence of Arabia, but that is something I’ve not yet investigated further.
Percy Cash was born in July 1893 and would only have just turned 21 when war broke out. I’m assuming he joined up almost straight away as, when I took advantage of a free offer of access to military records on the Ancestry website in 2018, I found out that he went out to France in 1915, was wounded in 1916, transferred to Royal Engineers and then posted to Turkey - where he caught Malaria! Declared healthy late 1917 and sent back to France. The penultimate entry records a punishment of 5 days confined to barracks for visiting a "house declared out of bounds". One assumes a house of ill repute? The date of this "crime"? 15th November 1918. The war ended 4 days previously, he had survived, but apparently wasn't allowed to celebrate!Final entry records Demob, but not until April 1919. One can only surmise that, as an Engineer, he was involved in clearing up the devastation.
He lived to the ripe old age of 85, dying in December 1978. I know he is buried in the local church with his parents and am fairly certain he never married, hence why his few possessions would have come to my father. And whilst I know he was a family member, to my shame I really cannot recall anything about him.
But today at 11 o’clock I paused - like most people in this country - to remember him and the others who also served but did not come home. Not just in that war, but many subsequent conflicts. We should never forget.