Well, thirty-seven, isn’t so young, but given Raymond Asquith’s extraordinary abilities, the trajectory of his career, his popularity and not to mention his famous surname, this urbane Oxford scholar’s abrupt and premature death naturally engendered an extra layer of anguish for those he left behind. Few things are so tragic as unmet potential and few men of that generation were as gifted as HH Asquith’s eldest son. A handsome, capable and principled man, whom some said was destined to one day be Prime Minister, suddenly encountered the anti-climactic conclusion of his promising life in the midst of a brutal catastrophe. His tragic story of youth too early extinguished, is exemplary of an era undone by the advent of war.
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