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    This area is not for queries but for ongoing blogs. if you want to ask for help, please go to the appropriate sub-forum in the main part of the GWF.

    You have been asked to make your first post in a specified location. Once you have done that, your query can be raised in the various sections of the forum.

    If you previously posted a request for help or information in this area, it is likely to be deleted at some point in the next few weeks or months. So if you have a reply, please make a note of it, If not, can you re-post it in the appropriate part of the forum, which is likely to get you a quick response.

    Keith Roberts

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  2. Paul Johnson's Blog

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    Thanks to Simon Cawthorne the final bits have been added to the WO364 Missort database and it has been sent to Chris Baker. Hopefully, if all goes well, you should be able to search through it in the very near future.

    The database contains details of the 156 Service Records that were recorded out of sequence in the WO364 files.

    I hope anyone who uses it finds it helpful.


  3. 147 pte / 2nd lt Hubert Joseph Foley R. Warwicks and S. Staffs

    Born 30 October 1894 (Cradley Heath)

    01 census Corngreaves Road , Cradley Heath

    Joseph E. Foley 28 carter

    Laura Foley 29

    Hubert J. Foley 6

    Norman Foley 4 months

    Enlisted 21st September 1914 (Moseley) into 16th Warwicks (3rd Birmingham Pals)

    Address 114 Grainger's Lane , Cradley Heath

    Occupation- insurance clerk

    landed France 21/11/15

    during the attack on Falfemont Farm on the 3rd September 1916 he was wounded g.s. wound right arm

    went back to France 18/1/17

    posted to 15th Warwicks 5/2/17

    during the attack on Vimy Ridge 9th April 1917 he was wounded g.s. wound left thigh

    Appointed to temp. commision with the 3rd South Staffs (London Gazette 18th March 1918)

    wounded again ! with 4th S. Staffs 29th May 1918 (g.s. wound head!)

    placed on retired list on account of ill-health caused by wounds 25/2/19

    applied in 1955 for a pension because of his wounds. He states ' A bullet penetrated lobe of right ear and passed throught head leaving partial paralysis and limited movement of head'

    Hubert Joseph Foley died in the Stourbridge area in the Oct.Nov.Dec quarter 1969

  4. Command on the Western Front: A reminder for me to re-read the 27th - 29th Sept 1918 attack around St Quentin Canal. Consider Prior & Wilson's comments in view of Terraine's argument that Haig improved. Also in view of my own concensus that Rawlinson generally learnt from his mistakes.

  5. Desmond7's Blog

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    Hartley slipped out of the saddle and walked around the side of the stationary vehicle.

    "Having a spot of trouble?" he asked.

    "Damn!" cursed the VAD, as her head struck the underside of the bonnet.

    She appraised the dapper young officer who had startled her.

    "Oh sorry," she said. "Forgive the language, you just took me by surprise there."

    Hartley apologised and joined her by the engine compartment.

    "Can’t say I know much about these things," said Hartley. "I say, aren’t you a little bit out of bounds? I would not have expected to find one you gals around here."

    The girl used a rag to clean oil from her delicate hands.

    "You’d be surprised what we do Mr. … sorry I didn’t catch your name?"

    "My apologies. Hartley’s the name. Mudshires. And you are?" he countered.

    "Alexandra Ford, but I’ve been called Sandy from the year dot. I was taking some goodies up to the Salvation Army stalls, bit of a favour for an old friend who runs the show in this area," she explained.

    Hartley raised his eyebrows.

    "How very good of you. Most admirable," he said. "Well, we can’t have you stuck out here. Have another look at your engine and if you can’t get this charabanc going, I’ll ride over to Pop and return with a rescue party! Can’t have a damsel in distress, y’know."

    Sandy Ford smiled politely and bent again towards the engine casing.

    Hartley moved behind her.

    "I wonder if you would hold this flashlight for me," she asked.

    "Oh I don’t think you’ll need that where you are going," he snarled, pulling back her blonde hair and exposing her throat to the cold steel of the razor.

    The girl’s blood mingled with the oil and grime of the engine. It would not make a good lubricant.

    As Hartley’s fist closed in the VAD’s hair, Lonnie Lonergan leapt to his feet.

    Willie McCallion tackled him and the two men fell to the ground.

    "She’s already a goner Lonnie," hissed McCallion through gritted teeth. "Now take a f..king picture of that animal while he’s at the scene. We’ve got the arrogant pig if you can work that camera!"

    For a second, Lonergan stared aghast at the hatred on the face of his mate, then he focused the camera and snapped Hartley as he retrieved some souvenirs for his new collection from the still twitching body of the murdered girl.

  6. Today the Northamptonshire Branch will have a small remembrance ceremony for Anzac Day.

    We have nine Australians who lay in Towcester Road Cemetery and another who rests at Dallington. The other who initially lay inside county boundries now lies outside, at Peterborough.

    Hoping to get some DVD cam recordings of the event.

  7. allanpeter's Blog

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    My step-grandfather served in 5th Bn. The London Rifle Brigade. He kept a diary from 2nd August 1914 until he was wounded and repatriated on 1st July 1916. I am publishing it as a series of day-by-day entries on www.robinlodge.com He refers as much to how he spent his time outside the trenches as to time spent in the front line.

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    Yesterday 27/2/13 I found the remains of a World War One soldier In a field in pozieres I have declared the remains to the gendarmerie and passed on the personal effect I found which incl :-

    A spoon

    A fork

    A ring

    An Australian badge

    A button

    And some little beads ??

    I believe the remains have been recovered today from the field and I await their findings , i am hoping they will find some indication as to who this soldier is

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    LZ64/L22 Bombed Sheffield in the UK, on the night of 25th/26th September 1916.

    29 People died, although only 28 names are known. The memorial lists "10 Women, 10 Children & 9 Men", this would suggest that the 29th person is Male, because i have all 10 women, all 10 children but only 8 Men.

    Possible 29th person:- Mabel Adsetts, John Bacon. Dont think Mabel Adsetts is the 29th Victim. John Bacon died 4th Oct 1916 in the Union Hospital Sheffield. Why i think that Jhn Bacon could be 29th victim - well, his son lived on one of the streets that was bombed, and a police report confirms that a man "died from injuries recieved, Writtle St". Maybe John was visiting his son on this night ?. the only male we can find who died on this day in Sheffield is John Bacon, and with connection of his Son living on Writtle st, seems that this could be our man.

  11. wroclaw's Blog

    Time is passing and I still couldn’t start with the main narrative of my research. All prologues, bibliography and geography pages are online, but the "flesh" of the work is on terrible delay – graphics are not even developed yet, but worst, the first chapters couldn’t be backed with reasonable photos since by some reason I didn’t get the chance to take some good ones.

    Rare 10 days in a roll of rain and fog had not only prevented me from going out for some essential tours, but also turned the specific part of the battlefield I needed to photo so desperately, into a muddy plain.

    The sun had occasionally reminded me of its existence today so I decided to find my luck "Paschendaele" style. Wasting no precious time today, I took a bus right to the BHQ station (actually a boarding school, but then I was "on" with my shadow WWI world early today since it had been weeks since the last time I was crossing the border). The BHQ hill of general Meldrum and his NZMR HQ staff is now a grassy round hill with two picturesque ruins of country houses and some concrete reservoir tanks. I like those ruins where trees are slowly disintegrating the man made walls, actually subduing the ruin, turning it into some accessory of the tree – vis versa to what we are used to see: a tree which is just a decoration of a house. In times when silent nature seems to be a fading force (in contrast to its big brother – "nature disaster"), you get a moment of disillusioned optimism seeing that nature could still fight back.

    "My" battle was not a planned one. Positions, routes and directions were subject to momentary decisions made by people who had little knowledge about the terrain facing them. Walking in their foot steps is a good way of getting into the tactical thought they had in mind. I spent some 20 minutes on the slope, scanning all positions I already know too well. However this time, not bothered by the disturbing sun and accompanied by my old friends of cold, wind and rain, I could just finish the puzzle. Winter and rain are great times to do this, even though "my" men were fighting just before the rains have started. The disturbing sounds of modernism – heavy machinery during construction, traffic and aluminum mega birds, seem to be silent suddenly and contemplation is suddenly possible. I had one of those moments I love most about going up to the field. Much like some sudden enlightenment saving you from a total failure in a critical math exam, the virtual isolation offered by bad weather suddenly fits your minds into that of the HQ staff that stood here some 80 years ago, choosing the best way to take these bold hills and jungle of orange trees. Reading about battle planning usually creates the illusion that it's merely a theoretical calculation of numbers, forces and objectives. Standing there I could have felt what must have been the true feelings. Those were their own guys, from their own island, sent to an unknown enemy system of redoubts. The ridge and hills were looking evil suddenly. Sending whole formations of close neighbors into the beaten zone, knowing your decision would separate between "reasonable" price and disaster. I was happy I wasn’t in their shoes!

    Next I started walking north on their path. Another small hill with another ruin and water tank, is to be crossed. This place must have given them some psychological protection. Here they must have assembled splitting each regiment to its own objective. One of those moments old companions say goodbye.

    I had to cross the small stream crossing the area. Nothing more then a shallow flow, but still one my advanced Garmont, despite the wax, couldn’t handle – for the poor soldiers this must have been no more then daily life. At this point I was about to follow the path of the Wellington's. They had the most challenging terrain, and handled it well. This was the first time in a while I was going to do a true "right in the path" journey on the bare ridge. I wanted to know how could the Wellingtons have drive the Turks out of two "classic" positions one after the other, suffering only few casualties. The Turks, as would be told widely in my site, gave up some great positions with little struggle, only to try and retake them little later in a series of desperate and brave counter attacks. I've tried to find a hint for that on the field. The bushes and coarse sand ground were silent. A bum driving some 4X4 hybrid was making his way up the steep slope as if looking to get killed… the noise distracted me, but I decided I'll just do it the good old way. Running like nuts up the slope from several directions was of high success! It turned out that some excellent machine gun job and the tactical use of small features on the terrain, was probably what brought the good results. Looking down from the peak of the first Turkish position, I saw it in regard to my own personal military knowledge - dam those conscripts were good soldiers! Month after month in the unfriendly deserts didn’t harm their ability. I did the same with the second line they took: another rush up, one more down and up again. This position was also taken with little casualties, despite all approaches to it being exposed to hostile machine gun fire.

    On the first position I was again searching for some remains of trenches – some shallow long pits might have been those, but then who knows? It might be just the rain water creating their path down the hill.

    The 12:30 dead line came so fast, but just in time. I had a quick last rush down the ridge right into a new fancy suburb that was built there a few years ago. The shadows of the Great War faded, and now I had only time to fight.

    IPB Image

  12. Dec 31st

    Relieved by K.R.R’s and marched back to 49th Division Camp at Vlmertinghe arriving about 12.30am 1-1-16 absolutely knocked up, so we saw in the new year marching along a Belgium road in a pretty exhausted condition, but we managed to welcome it with a song or two nevertheless.


    **********End this diary/blog where it began.....20 blog pages ago....marching along a Belgium road pretty exhausted but welcoming the new year with a song of two***************

    Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather....


    If anyone wants a word version of this diary just let me know and I will email it. It is also available at the Imperial War Museum IWM -ref: 82/11/1


  13. The transition from CEF Sergeant to civilian father of two boys was at first fairly smooth. Three years of soldiering had accustomed John to broken sleep, so rocking fretful babies back to sleep was easier for him than many other a new father. And it was some months before he ceased to look at Marie as she slept beside him and wonder in awe at how they had come together at last.

    Very different he thought from the few British and Canadian soldiers he met who had married in France. Apart from a few men from Quebec regiments, they were still struggling with the language - and most of the locals had difficulty with the French-Canadian dialect and pronunciation.

    Still, John was relieved when his mother asked if he could return to Canada for a week to tie up the loose ends of his father's estate, and sell the family home. Marie was included in Madame's offer, but now pregnant again she decided to stay behind.

    Toronto had changed, John decided. Everything seemed to be moving much faster, and the ever-intrusive American culture delivered from radio, magazines and newspapers made John long for the pre-war days.

    He visited his Captain, now back to civilian life, but still serving in the Militia, which had changed greatly since before the War. The old numbers and the scarlet uniforms had vanished.

    John was relieved to return to France.

  14. bmac
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    Well, about three weeks later than expected, the proof copy of the book dropped through the letter box this morning (slightly untrue that. It's so damn big it was left in the porch, but never mind). It's a strange feeling to have something you have worked on for six years resting in one's hands. Lump in the throat time. From my days in the music business I have plenty of albums on which I played and co-wrote songs but this book means more to me than they do - this is, after all, all my own work.

    Anyway, I have placed an order for an initial print run (in the tens not the hundreds!) and now hope that I might come close to breaking even on the project.

    Seeing this project come to fruition has helped me make a decision about doing another one. I have already started work: the list of files at the National Archives, Liddle Collection and IWM is already complete and visits are being planned. Several battalion histories and other relevant books have been located. A Roll of Honour of the men who died is complete apart from the CWGC details. Bloody hell, the first 2,500 words have even been written. This time, though, I am going to try to work to a more precise timetable and have set myself a deadline of next May (which is a bit optimistic as this is one one sixth of the time 'Pro Patria Mori' took!). And the subject? Well, it only seems fair to complete the 'other half' of the Gommecourt attack. So, '"A Lack of Offensive Spirit" - The 46th (North Midland) Division at Gommecourt, 1st July 1916' will be the next off the production line. And disproving Gen Snow's disgraceful slander of the men of the North Midlands will be high on the agenda!

    Off to work we go...

    Web site: http://www.gommecourt.co.uk

    'Pro Patria Mori: the 56th (1st London) Division at Gommecourt, 1st July 1916' available from May '06

  15. Westonfront's Blog

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    blog-0283470001340014507.jpgHi I have just recently joined and am just feeling my way around the Forum to see how it all works.

    I am into the Herefordshire Regiment and WW1 in general, just republished my first book which went to print in 2005, long since sold out so have revised and done an updated version Redan Ridge The Last Stand isbn 978-0-9552477-1-2.

    I am due to retire in September so hope to do another book maybe on Gallipoli.

    Hope to meet up with members sometime.


  16. For King & Country Blog

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    We've just returned from filming in France for our documentary. It was a very emotional time for me and it was difficult to balance my feelings for what happened there with the pressures of working!

    We started at Etaples Military Cemetery where my great grandfather was buried. Having seen his grave for the first time and knowing that I was the first family member for 89 years to see his grave was too much for me. It's funny how things like that affect you.

    I obviously never knew the man and apart from two photos of him, there is nothing else - no family letters, diaries - nothing.

    The cemetery itself is a beautiful place and very peaceful. It certainly is an amazing place - very imposing architecture.

    From Etaples to the battlefields of Arras. We stopped off in Arras and visited the Place des Heros. It's a beautiful town, very vibrant, with some remarkable old buildings.

    On the outskirts of Arras are the battlefields. We did the full tour following the 8th Lincolns route and others, as there are some cemeteries to visit.

    Again it was a very emotional time to visit these fields and feel that my great grandfather had been where I stood.

    Standing there on April 9th certainly made you think. Maybe in some parallel universe they were reliving that day again. It was a beautiful sunny Spring day - back then it was cold and snowing. It was moving standing in the cemeteries and reading the names and ages. In some of the cemeteries there was a register, which gave further information about those buried. It made very poignant reading. It was strange leaving, espeically when at Etaples; though I'd finally been to places my great grandfather had been and seen where he was buried and paid my respects, I felt awful leaving him behind again. I wanted to take him home with me. I really felt bad as if I was leaving him behind.

    We met some charming French people who were able to point us in the right direction when the map reading went awry. We saw plenty of evidence at the side of fields that the battle still keeps turning up in the form of shells and other rusty metals.

    At Roeux we grabbed a quick drink at the Cafe des Sports - Sunday in France in the middle of nowhere meant no food! We managed to persuade the owner to feed us with hare pate and bread, as one of the crew was a diabetic. He was a very generous host - despite speaking no English and me basic French we managed to get by.

    Though it's been a hectic time cramming all the filming in, we had a fantastic time. Very emotional and moving - proof that those who died are still very much alive in our memories.

    Now back in Blighty we've got the task of sifting through all the footage and piecing this documentary together. Hopefully it will be ready for broadcast in June/July and once broadcast will go on sale.

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    Hello all.

    This is my first post. And boy this forum seems complicated - probably me. My grandfather, Joseph Herbert Wapling, whom I never knew, was a Gunner in the RGA in France. He was a British reservist who was mobilized and left Australia, and was posted on arrival in England to what looks like "3 Dpt" on 18 Dec 1914.. His records for his time in France show Anti-Aircraft and trench details from 4 Jan 1915 to 14 Jun 1916, with the B.E.F., He was then returned to England, and was retired unfit for duty soon thereafter. He died a tragic death in 1918, apparently as the result of his war experiences. His Army record refers to trench fever and melancholia and being "In the field" in May 1916 when sent to 57th Field Ambulance. His medal card has in the "Roll" column the numbers and letters RGA/105B, (Page 485) and RGA/113, (Page 64) There is also mention on the bottom of that card SWB List RGA/59. His brother in a newspaper article said that Joseph was in the 4th Trench battery with the B.E.F. in France.

    I wonder whether this information is helpful and enough to determine where in France my grandfather served for that 17 month period.

    Thanks Graeme Wapling

  18. 1. Did some painting in the afternoon, and shortly before supper coal lighters came alongside and immediately after supper we got our first taste of real work in the Navy. Coaling ship is an awful dirty job and one that is always dreaded by the whole ships company. It is dirty and disagreeable even for those who do not have to coal. Coaling continued for several hours.

    2. Finished coaling ship, and then while the crew was cleaning the ship I wioth a few other men went to the beach for a load of sand in a motor sailer. About supper time we set sail for Philadelphia. At last I thought that I was a real sailor.

    3. Stood my first gun watch, which was from 12 to 4.a.m. After this we continued to stand fours on an four hours off for the remainder of the journey. Weather was fairly good with an occasional shower of rain.

    4. Watch and watch. No excitement at all.

    5. Peacefully sailing. My liking for the sea increases.

    6. Steamed up the Dellaware River, and into the Philadelphia Navy Yard. We tied up alongside the dock, and were near several large ships, one of which was the U.S.S. Kansas, which was being overhauled for war service. Saw my first submarine. Four subs of the "L" type were tied up near us, just off our starboard beam.

    7. Work of getting the ship in condition for European service was commenced. Worked in boats, and painted.

    8. We began taking stores aboard and I went into the Navy yard in a working party. At this time I always preferred a working party to remaining aboard. During our stay in the yard we always worked hard and took aboard an awful amount of stores and supplies.

    9. Scraped sand lockers on after deck houses.

    10. Helped paint the smoke stack. Sure is some job. Here is hopes that I never have to do it again.

    11. Continued painting on various parts of the ship.

    12. Ditto. A sailor is never thru painting. When there is nothing else to do and a man could rest, there is always painting to be done. Put it on. Scrape it off. Then put on some more.

    13. Various work about the ship. U.S.S. Ammen came in, and I helped dry dock her.

    14. U.S.S. Dixie went into dry dock, and I got my first good look at a German ship. There were two of them there. The "Prinz Eithel Frederick" and "Kron Prinz Wilhelm". When I first saw them they were still painted as when they were in Transocean Service, with all superstructure brown. Fine ships they are. The American government soon overhauled them and put them in the transport service.

    15. We scraped the bottom of the Dixie. The worst job that I have thus far met.

  19. andyselby's Blog

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    Hi there. I have a quick query and I hope someone can help me. At present I am attempting to mark out the barrage lines for the 5th Australian Division's Left Group Artillery in March 1917. I am using the 1/10000 Map of Guedecourt to Thilloy and Beaulencourt dated 5/1/1917. I have come across the map reference N9C 55.10. Is the last number a Ten or a One? I am a bit puzzled by this. The barrage line reference is: N 22a 50.55-N15b8.3-N9c 55.10. All the best-Andy RUSSELL

  20. Having completed my transcription and posts on the 801st MT Coy, I am now looking at the units they supported, particularly the Yeomanry, in this case the Surrey Yeomanry and the Derbyshire Yeomanry. I have acquired copies of their regimental history books, read the Surrey one and I have started a new thread 'Yeomanry in Salonika' on the 'Salonika and Balkans' sub forum, if anyone is interested.

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    This is my first attempt at Blogging so forgive me if it's rubbish.

    I have been researching the Great War for many years, and have visited many battlefields, but Saturday just gone prooved something of a turning point in visits.

    My Great Uncle Lance Corporal William Thompson was a Lance Corporal in the 9th Lancers and died of wounds in November 1914 at the age of 28. For some time I have wanted to visit the site of the charge of the 9th Lancers at Audregnies, where the charge to the sugar factory came to an abrupt halt courtesy of a barbed wire fence.

    After many months of research and consulting maps, PRO checks etc, I headed off to Mons early on Saturday morning. A beautiful sunny day certainly helped matters and I arrived in mid morning. Having checked the map, I could see where I wanted to go, and duly set off along what looked to be a good road. Zut Alors! Not 50 yards down the road, the tarmac vanished, to be replaced by potholes and rubble. Fearing for my tyres I abandoned the car and set off on foot. Arriving at a cross roads I turned right and headed into what I am certain was the 15 foot deep road, mentionned in the records, as being where the C troop formed up. With some difficulty I scrambled up the bank, and discovered that Belgian stinging nettles hurt just as much as British ones. Finally making it to the top of the bank, I was somewhat peeved to find that I had managed to leave my camera and binoculars at the bottom of the bank! 5 minutes, some swearing and three patches of stinging nettles later I was back on top of the bank, looking like a rotund and slightly balding meercat.

    The view was stunning. Flat rolling leek fields stretching across to buildings some 600-700 meters distant, sent shudders down my spine. One could quite clearly see how even the slightest rise in the ground afforded a magnificent view. At the mid point of the gentle slope I could see two wooded mounds, which I deduced to be the remains of the 2 slag heaps the survivors of the charge hid behind, and in the far distance I could see what must have been the sugar factory.

    I set off up the track, trying to avoid permenantly crippling myself by going over on the rubble. It was hot and dusty, but I was rewarded by banks of wild flowers, butterflies and the scent of lavender. I stopped level with the slag heaps and watched, wondering, had Uncle Will been there? I arrived at the top of the track and stopped opposite the old building that had been the sugar factory. It has now been changed into a farm and modern house, but the original building can quite clearly be seen. Looking back down the gently rolling fields, the madness of it all came home to me. How did anyone stand a chance? A young puss cat from the farm yard wandered over and sat in the road a few feet from me, and yawned. He rolled over in the road and let me scratch his tummy, and it was then that it hit me. This small cat, a living creature, lying in the road where probably so many of the horses and friends of the Great Uncle may well have lain. We haven't learnt, we are still making the same mistakes and will continue to do so.

    I probably haven't expressed this well, but it was one of the most moving experiences of my life and I found myself, although I wasn't aware this had happened, wiping tears away. This was not just any battle field, this was my family battlefield, where my family had fought.

    May you rest in peace Will, you died in my eyes at least, a hero.

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    blog-0154043001346063636.jpgI live in Guernsey, Channel Islands and have been researching my family tree for some time. I have spent quite a while on two of my first cousins, one (Alphonse Dumond) killed on 13th October 1914 at Cuinchy and the other (George Dumond) lost aboard HMS Ghurka in 1917. I have been having more trouble with researching the actual service of my great-grandfather Sidney Roger West, mainly because he was a regular soldier before the Great War and his service records are not available online, presumably amongst the 60% burned. He was certainly in the 16th Lancers in 1911 because the census records show him resident at their barracks, then a lance corporal. One thing I do have though is an unusual photograph of him in 1914 with a mustered group of what must be soldiers passing out from the Royal Military College. My great grandfather was a sergeant in the 16th Lancers at this time and obviously seconded to RMC for training new officer cadets. He later went to France, his medal record shows this as being 8th December 1915. He was commissioned as a 2nd Lt in the Wiltshire Regiment but its not clear when this happened so I don't know whether he fought with the Wiltshires or the 16th Lancers.

    I have never seen the equivalent of this detailed photograph in many hours of looking at the various records available. The photograph contains the name, regiment and rank (if applicable) of all present. They include a number of notable prominent individuals, including Oswald Mosley, later to become leader of the British fascist movement. Also included are the Hon B Ogilvy, Lord Killeen and Viscount Weymouth. I am hoping that by transcribing the names and giving something to the forum I might in turn learn something more about my great grandfather's service, and those he served with. Although I never met him this photograph sat above the settee in my grandfather's lounge for at least the last 50 years so I have looked at it very regularly since I was very young and wondered at the stories of the men pictured in it. All enquiries welcome. My great grandfather is standing extreme right of the picture.

    The full list of those in this photograph is as follows:

    K Company, RMC September 1914

    Back Row – L to Right

    T.S. Dr A. Hankey

    F.J. Bridges

    J.V. Isham

    J.B.P. Fitzgerald

    W.G.N.H Dalrymple

    J.H.M White

    D.P. Cox

    W.J. Balfour

    W.H. Cubitt

    F. Egerton

    Viscount Weymouth

    R.O. Arkwright

    E.G. Pease

    P.V. Harris

    R.D Busk

    Sir A.D. Bagot, Bt

    W.D. Daly

    Second From Back Row, L to Right

    R.F. Heyworth-Savage

    Hon. J.H.P. Verner

    M.H. Birch-Reynardson

    D.H. Gough

    S.H. Le Roy Lewis

    C.N.F. Browne

    C.W. Allen

    K.F.S. West

    C.B. Scott

    W.P. Wright

    R.H.E. Abdy

    D.J.E. Norton

    F.F. Smith

    A.C. Wilson

    O.E. Mosley

    Third from Back Row L to Right

    Sergt C. Waters (18th Hussars)

    Hon. B.A.A. Ogilvy

    S.B. Horn

    B.A. Carver

    J.G.H Somervell

    H.O. Oxley

    A.B.P.L. Vincent

    J.S.M. Wardell

    W.S.C. Crawshay

    J.A.B. Lane

    G.C.P. Paul

    Hon. W.M. Stourton

    D.H. Adair

    H.C. Daniel

    L.P.G. Kelly

    R.A.W. Knight

    A.S.C. Browne

    H.F. Bowles

    R.C.M. Shelton


    Sergt. C.H. Ullathorne (19th Hussars)

    Fourth From back Row L to Right

    Sergt. D.B. Higgins (21st Lancers)

    P.F.J. Kent

    J.E. Bovill

    J.E.M. Bradish-Ellames

    J.H. Sykes

    L.J.G. Souchon

    M.S. Osborne

    A.C.B Freeman

    Hon. C.J.F. Winn

    Hon. W.W. Montagu-Douglas-Scott

    Lord Killeen

    S.I. Fairbairn

    A.R. Cooper

    K.V. Edwards

    A.B. Smith

    R.A. Scott

    D.M. Stanley

    Sergt. E.H. Biddle (Scots Gds.)

    Sergt. R.J.B. Richards (16th Lancers)

    Sergt. S.R. West (16th Lancers)

    Fifth Row From Back L to Right

    Staff Sergt. J. Smith (Scots Guards)

    W.W. Hayes

    A.C. Mackintyre


    Capt. W.P.H. Hill (Royal Fusilliers)

    Hon. H.H. Douglas-Pennant

    (Fifth Row from back, continued)

    Capt. J.T.T.W. Feinnes (R.W. Kent Regt.)

    Under Officer L.F. Marson

    Major C.N. French (Hampshire Regt.)

    D.F.G. Duff

    Major W.S. Sykes (3rd Dragoon Gds.)

    W.G. Gisborne

    Capt. E.L. Lyon (18th Hussars)

    R.B. Helme

    Capt. R.R. de C. Grubb (3rd Hussars)

    R.G. Morrison

    G.E. Younghusband

    F.W. Pink

    S.S. Major R.R.H.W.L. Carter (2nd Dragoon Guards)

    Front Row, L to Right

    J.S. Fernie

    J.H. Hirsch

    A.B. Johns

    P.G. Carr

    G. Crerar-Gilbert

    C.D.S. Mackirdy

    L.F.C. St. Clair

    T.G. Watson

    M.J. Clery

    J.O.P. Clarkson

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