Day: November 11, 2018

WW1 – 100 Years

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As the world commemorates 100 years since the end of the First World War here is a list of brave men from my family and my wife’s family who fought in either WW1 or WW2. Some made the ultimate sacrifice and some survived and returned home but I’m sure their lives were forever haunted by what they experienced.

WW1

Prince Dawson (1893-1915) John Robert Arthur Steel (1886-1916)
Henry John Grainger Musgrove (1892-1917) Howard Westwood (1896-1916)
Richard James Taylor (1885-1918) Clement May (1895-1916)
David Musgrove Bratherton (1894-1916) Thomas Baldwin (1888-1917)
Fred Paley (1893-1918) Albert Espley (1896-1916)
Robert Alexander Carradice (1890-1919) John Bentley Hurtley (1885-1917)
Cyril Gostelow (1897-1916) Richard Espley (1875-1915)
Jack Gawthrop (1899-1918) Herbert Bolton (1889-1917)
John Ainsworth (1892-1916) Arthur Lockington (1892-1915)
Ernest Aldersley (1899-1918) George Hurtley (1891-1918)
Frederick Espley (1881-1916) Thomas Musgrove (1894-1918)
Ernest Bartholomew (1899-1975) Flather Heap (1897-1962)
Dent Stowell 1882-1948) Ernest J Jackson
Amos William Espley (1893-1969) John Espley (1883-1938)
Thomas Darby (1879-1945) Samuel Buckley (1886-1966)
Hedley Duckworth (1885-1955) Walter Dawson (1883-1942)
Thomas William Paley (1892-1943) Tom Musgrove (1898-1969)
James Musgrove (1894-1925) Harry Musgrove (1889-1974)
William Dawson (1880-1939) Watson Emmott Dawson (1887-1944)
Harry Dawson (1895-1954) Clifford Dawson (1900-1953)
Arthur Dawson (1879-1944) Tom Hurtley (1897-1977)
Jim Hurtley (1887-1947) John Dawson (1890-1961)
Herbert Carradice (1896-1935) Hugh Buckley

WW2

Allen Simpson (1923-1943) Curtis Walker (1918-1942)
John Edward Lord (1917-1944) Robert Scott (1908-1941)
Robert Titterington (1905-1945) Jack Hurtley Thompson (1921-1941)
Philip Melville Cardell (1917-1940) Frederick Ellis Spink DFC (1921-1944)
Richard Henry Espley (1906-2006)

In Flanders’ Fields
by John McCrae (1915)

In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Shot days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ fields.

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