Ghostly aparition?

This story is set in the First World War. My Great-Grandad Wells was conscripted to the army, and after training ended up fighting in the Somme. He was a local Winchester lad and lived in Couch Green, a hamlet near Winchester, with his wife, and their two children, Nellie and Fred.
The event has been handed down via the family, and is difficult to believe. However, Great-Granny Wells was as home in her house at Couch Green, when she heard the door being knocked. She peered out the window to see who it was, and was surprised to see her husband, whom she believed to be away fighting abroard. She gestured that she would be there to let him in, and proceeded to open the door for him, feeling really elated and excited. When she opened the door, there was no one there, so she looked in the garden, even checked with the neighbour, but no joy. When he did not appear that night, she was worried but surmised he would be back after maybe visiting either their relatives who lived nearby or the local inn. The next morning, another knock at the door, Great-granny opened it to find two army officers there, who imparted the sad news that her husband had been killed in battle the previous afternoon. Although I have my own opinion on the happenings, which I believe to be true, I feel this is an inapropriate place to discuss its validity, suffice to say, I like the idea that in the terror of battle, his dying thoughts were with his family and home, and I pray that this brought him some small comfort at the end.

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