Only thing I know about mine was that he was a messenger in the First World War and was killed at Arras in France in 2015.
My great grandmother was pregnant when he left to go to war and she never saw him again. She named her son, my grandpa, Arras.
My mam and dad took him to Arras in the early 90s to find his dads grave. They went to the town hall for information about where he might be and when they learned his name and the reason behind it, they practically shoed my mam and dad out of the door and looked after my grandpa for the rest of the day.
He was killed in 1917 btw. Got a copy of an eyewitness account of his death.