I’m lying in my tent on a cold damp early September night. It’s 4 a.m. and a nearby bull elk lets out a bugle that pierces the night. A primal sound, it starts like a high-pitched squeal, then becomes ...

The centenary of the death of First World War poet Wilfred Owen will be marked at his graveside with the sound of a bugle he took from the battlefield. The instrument, taken from a dead German soldier ...