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Remembrance Sunday: 100 Years

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RedToothBrush · 11/11/2018 09:25

This has been done a bit before on MN, but I'd thought I'd do it again, as past threads have been brilliant.

Simple question: Do you have a family story of WWI (or another war)?

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OhLookHeKickedTheBall · 11/11/2018 10:01

Apologies for posting two sad stories at the start of this.

As its the centenary of the end of WW1, I have two particular people in mind today.

My great great uncle, who was one of the first out to WW1. He fought until sometime in 1916 when he got injured and came home to recuperate. When healed he did not want to go back to the trenches, even trying to abscond. He was rounded on by family and forced back. He died within days in the Battle of the Somme, probably not being fit to fight. His legacy within my family was sadly not of the previous 2 years bravery but was barely spoken of except to call him a coward. I'm grateful we understand more about PTSD nowadays.

The other person is my great grandfather who left his pregnant wife and older children to go to WW1. He returned safe physically but was never the same again apparently. He never met his daughter until she was nearly 3 and didn't have the same relationship with her as he did with his elder and the subsequent younger children. I suppose I also am thinking of my Great Aunt who was caught up in that too.

BestIsWest · 11/11/2018 10:11

My great grandfather’s brother who died at Ypres in the early days of the war. November 1 1914. He died of head injuries in a German field hospital. He left an orphan son, his wife having died in childbirth four years earlier.

My two great uncles who survived the Somme but came home changed young men.

I look at my own son aged 20 and I think also of the mothers and fathers who watched their sons go off to war. My great grandmother was lucky, her boys returned. In her small street alone six young men were lost, one family losing two sons.

RedToothBrush · 11/11/2018 10:31

I've done a lot of research into my family history on WW1 and its an area I find particularly interesting so thank you to any one who posts on this thread. These stories are important.

One of my great granfathers who has a more well remembered type of experience of WW1 was 14 when war broke out.

He didn't enlist at that age fortunately. Instead as a Scout he helped out at home where, the scouts had an active role as errand boys, messengers and as look outs for air raids (yes even in WW1). He joined up days after turning 18 and was sent to France 5 months later in May 1918. He was involved in the first major push of the last 100 days. He kept a very tiny and brief diary so we have been able to retrace his steps. He was fortunate as he caught the first wave of Spanish flu which wasn't so deadly, and was sent to hospital for two weeks, whilst two major offences were launched. Its likely it saved his life by giving him immunity to the later wave of Spanish flu and because it meant missed a battle which his unit suffered heavy losses in.

His mother, however, wasn't aware of this and not receiving anything from her son, sent frantic letters trying to find his whereabouts. Obviously she had a happier ending than most.

He returned to the front and was involved in attacks right up until Armistice Day.

His older sister's husband (one of my great uncles) was less fortune. He was sent to Gallipoli and then France. In France he was one of the first tank officers. He suffered serious injuries but ultimately lived.

It scarred him mentally for life, and after the war he become a vicar because of his wartime experiences.

Another of my great grandfather was an older married man with two children. As a result he wasn’t given a front line role. Instead of being issued with a gun he was issued with a shovel by being recruited to the Labour Corps.

The Labour Corps are a much neglected part of how we remember the war. They made up a huge percentage of the army. They tended to be more men who wouldn't make the best grade of solider - or Irish - they were older and more likely to have children. Not being required to go over the top didn't make it any less dangerous though.

Whilst main duties were to build and maintain the supply lines which covered much of France and duties such as caring for horses they were still at risk. They were often required to go up to the front line, to repair the trenches. And naturally many were killed in the process. Sometimes by bullets, sometimes through accidents like being hurt by panicking horses, or drowning after slipping and failing into the mud whilst laden with heavy equipment. My great grandfather was caught up in a gas attack near Yrpes in 1917. He survived but suffered for the rest of his life.

I've found other interesting individuals in my family too.

There is a cousin who worked as a VAD nurse in France and London. The VAD or Voluntary Aid Detachments were set up prior to the first World War by government as they were concerned there was a gap in provision should there be a war. The Red Cross and St John's Ambulance recruited civilians to be a reserve force. The VAD were not first line emergency services - they were in base hospitals away from the front line to help with longer term recoveries - but did work in France after 1915 after it became clear there were a shortage of nurses for these duties. My cousin was sent to Paris where she worked for two years. She then returned to England, where she worked for 8 hours a day unpaid as only VADs serving in France were paid for their work. All the others were purely volunteers. Naturally this meant that most VAD nurses working in England were middle or upper class women. The VAD in London also were responsible for helping out during air raids in WW1, where they mainly dealt with people fainting or maternity cases.

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Walkingthroughawall · 11/11/2018 10:33

Recently found photos my great-great-grandmother's brothers, both of whom died in 1916. The letter from one's CO describes how he was accidentally shot when someone in the next battalion mistook his stutter for someone speaking German. Heartbreaking to read. #wewillrememberthem

1tisILeClerc · 11/11/2018 10:39

My Grandfather worked to repair Lancasters during WW2 and a second 'job' as fire watch at night.
Ex's father was in WW1 and was injured and returned to UK. Fortunately the Armistice announcement came before he returned to the front. Some of his friends died within a day or two of the Armistice. I don't think he spoke about it, and threw his medals away.

BestIsWest · 11/11/2018 10:45

I’m also thinking of my other great grandmother who lost two sons in WW2, neither in active service. One was killed in an Army training exercise in Aldershot and the other, a civilian, at his place of work, during the Coventry blitz.

Birdie6 · 11/11/2018 10:49

I'm remembering my gr grandfather who died at the Battle of Arras in 1917. He enlisted as soon as war was declared, and was a horse handler in the Royal Artillery. He and his horses dragged the big guns through the mud of the Somme for three years until he died at Easter in Arras. I never knew him but I miss him - it's because of him that we have our family.

MalcolmsBrokenWalrusMoneybox · 11/11/2018 11:04

My mother was 2 or 3 when a bomb landed in the back garden and didn't explode.
I found out about another little girl of around the same age in the same area which wasn't as lucky.
I think of her from time to time, the arbitrariness of life and death in war. The utter horror and sadness.
I met an elderly lady who had difficulty walking. It was from having survived a hit on an air raid shelter when she was 2. A lifetime of injury from such hatred.
Poor, poor people, poor young boys witnessing and participating in such awfulness. Poor destroyed families.

Fifthtimelucky · 11/11/2018 11:11

Both my grandfathers fought in the trenches. One was at Arras, but I'm not sure about the other. Both came home (I wouldn't be here if they hadn't). never heard either of them speak about their time there, though one often spoke about his time in India, and the other spoke about his time in Egypt.

I also never saw any medals, though presumably they would have had them. I think they just wanted to put the whole thing behind them. And who can blame them.

DropZoneOne · 11/11/2018 11:15

Remembering my great grandad, who was killed in the Quintinshill rail crash in May 1915 on his way to Gallipoli.

fridaynightpasta · 11/11/2018 11:19

My great grandfather had experience with horses and so ended up working with a field artillery unit. He was brushing the horses one morning when he heard the officer came in. The officer was saying ‘Good morning’ as he came in. My GGF straighened up and said ‘Good morning sir.’ The officer looked at him and said ‘I meant the horses, not you, you bloody fool’.

He somehow survived both the Somme and Ypres and died in the early 70s. He absolutely refused to wear a poppy and believed Haig was a war criminal who sent millions to an unnecessary death.

NewName54321 · 11/11/2018 11:20

My Great-grandfather served for all 4 years of WW1. He was one of the last surviving Old Contemptibles (original 1914 troops) and recounted some tales for an Imperial War Museum project in the 1990s.

Apparently, he was in the Terratorial Army before the war and the police knocked on his door at 7am on the first morning of the war ordering him to catch a 10am train to France. He was at The Somme, had a horse shot dead from under him on 3 occasions, and was on first-name terms with the then Prince of Wales (later Edward VIII).

IAmNotLikeThem · 11/11/2018 11:28

On my father's side each generation produced soldiers going back to at least 1840, with dad joining WWII having lied about his age. On my mother's side all brothers joined up early for WWII and all fought in the front line in navy, air force or army. The three in the army suffered most particularly the one who fought in north africa surviving his crew twice. My grandfather fought in the Somme.

GurlwiththeCurl · 11/11/2018 11:32

Remembering my grandfather, who fought in WW1 and survived. He was 17 when he was conscripted or volunteered (I don’t know which). When he was old, he used to talk about the war over and over and also sing songs. I am sad that I didn’t listen enough and didn’t ask him about his experiences. These are all lost now.

Also my FIL, who was badly wounded in a tank explosion a few days after D-Day in WW2. This affected him for the rest of his life, both physically and psychologically.

My DSs are in their twenties and I shudder at the thought that they could ever be involved in war.

Oldraver · 11/11/2018 11:40

Fifthtime I believe you had to apply for some of the medals.

Neither my Grandfather or FIL had any

DamsonGin · 11/11/2018 11:44

Three great great uncles who died in the trenches in northern France.

TheHauntedFishtank · 11/11/2018 12:04

My great grandfather was also in the labour corps. He was too old to be on the frontline but insisted on joining up. He was killed in a mustard gas attack in 1918 at the age of 52 leaving behind a wife and five children. It’s too outing to go through the details of his life but he sounds like such an interesting and brilliant man whose loss deeply affected his family. It’s been fascinating finding out about him recently - his family never talked about the past so we only knew snippets.

ScreamingValenta · 11/11/2018 12:27

My maternal grandfather served in WW2. He was called up just after he got married and my mum was conceived while he was on leave.

He planned to set up his own business and had a notebook in which he whiled away the long hours away from his wife and baby daughter by devising newspaper advertisements and logos for his proposed business - the adverts were in the style of miniature stories, as was fashionable at the time. Happily, he came home safely, and duly set up his business, which thrived right up until his retirement.

My mum gave me his little notebook after his death and it's a wonderful family memento.

ShovingLeopard · 11/11/2018 12:30

I wouldn't be here if it weren't for WW1. My great grandfather met my great grandmother, who was French, when he was stationed in her village near Lille. They married during the war, and afterwards she moved to the UK with him. They had six children who survived, and there are now numerous grandchildren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren alive as a result of their marriage.

Another great grandfather was gassed in the trenches. He survived the attack, but his lungs were terribly damaged, and he suffered dreadfully for the rest of his life, eventually succumbing to a chest infection in his mid-fifties. He was never the same man again, and would probably have been diagnosed with PTSD if he were alive today.

1tisILeClerc · 11/11/2018 12:50

I would recommend the 'Flanders Fields' museum in Ypres.
A well balanced presentation which takes you through the total horror and pointlessness of the battles particularly in that area.
There is an exhibit that shows the land surrounding Ypres which highlights the fight over 4 years for a strip of land around 500 Metres wide, which you can easily walk over in 20 minutes. I can also recommend an excellent patisserie there!

juldan · 11/11/2018 13:04

My grandfather.
As Poland was not an independent country at the beginning of WWI, he fought in Austro-Hungarian army.
After the WWI he became an officer in Polish army. In 1930s he was one of the men behind breaking the Enigma code.
During the WWII he was captured by Germans and became a POW.
He was not able to return to Poland after WWII as he would have been executed by Communists and ended up in Scotland. He died in Kinross in 1948, in poverty.
My mum last saw her father at the beginning of WWII when she was 10.
In 2010 his body was exhumed and he was buried in Poland with full military honours.

RedToothBrush · 11/11/2018 13:16

I also never saw any medals, though presumably they would have had them.

I believe you had to apply for some of the medals.

The three standard medals for WW1: The 1914-15 Star, British War Medal and the Victory Medal were automatically issued to anyone who was eligible for them (anyone who served abroad was eligible for at least one).

However a great many of soldiers or relatives threw them away or refused to take them because of what they represented to them. Others never received them because when they left service they had no fixed addressed which the military had. Those who went back to wives, to to live with their parents had a more fixed addressed, but single men without the same roots were much more difficult to trace as medals were not awarded until some time after the war had ended. In those cases, it was down to the men to claim.

Other military medals you do have to actively apply for. I believe the Arctic Star for service on board any ship which served in the arctic circle during WW2 is a very recent one; it was issued for the first time in 2012. I believe a great uncle of DH is eligible for it, but only next of kin can apply. (The person who is currently the closest next of kin, isn't well enough to apply).

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Witchend · 11/11/2018 13:49

Both my grandfathers were in WWII.
I know a certain amount about one: he was a Battle of Britain Pilot and I can find references to him on the internet.
The other was in the 8th army. Fought all over the place including at El Alamein, and was in Germany towards the end of the war.
He never spoke about the war, but my gran was told that he had gone to save a young soldier during a period of intense bombardment, saving his life at risk to his own. Because it was not witnessed by an officer, it was never officially recognised.

Remembrance Sunday: 100 Years
EastMidsGPs · 11/11/2018 13:52

The man I knew as my granddad had lost 3 fingers from his right hand in WW1. There was a rumour in his village that it was a self inflicted wound and he was ostracised, especially after my grandmother left her husband and small children for him.
They moved away and looking back my grandmother had a terrible life with him as he had violent rages and was alcohol dependent. Her children never really had a relationship with her. Today it is obvious that her had PTSD and severe mental health issues.
However he outlived my grandmother and on his death we found a box of letters. In this were two letters from the company padre to his mother.
First one giving the news that he was missing in action presumed dead - this is edged in black.
Second letter saying he had been found, barely alive having lay injured in no man's land for 3 days and had been sent to a field hospital. He was 19.

BagelGoesWalking · 11/11/2018 13:54

Thank you for these stories, a welcome antidote to some views on other threads. I've been listening to this series on R4 - so interesting and, of course, very moving.

www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03thb2s