Here he is again:
He was initially stationed at Pembroke Dock when he was only 18. Doesn't it look grim?!
The card above was sent to my Great-aunt on the 5th December 1914 to let her know that he wouldn't be getting any leave over Christmas.
He was a Gunner in the Royal Garrison Artillery and according to his Medal Card he went to France in July 1915 at only 19 years old. Can you imagine?
He and my Great-aunt were married in March 1918 during a weekend leave break and she didn't see him again until he was discharged from the Army over a year later.
My Mother has a photo and postcard album which was put together by my Great-aunt and it's full of photo's and cards from around 1910 to 1920 with lots of cards sent during the war.
This is a typical example, sent to wish Will a happy birthday.
Unfortunately, Will was wounded when a bomb fell on his trench. The story goes that it was sometime near Christmas and my Great-aunt had sent him a parcel containing a Christmas cake. He had just opened the parcel when the bomb landed. He was knocked unconscious and when he came round was the only one alive and still had the remains of the cake in his hand. He had a shrapnel wound to his leg and was sent to hospital. Here he is with the nurses and some other soldiers (back row, far left):
He made it home in one piece after being discharged from the army in 1919 with the following medals:
|From Left 1914-15 Star, Victory Medal, British War Medal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
He lived till the ripe old age of 71, bless him.
Previous Remembrance Day post can be found here.