We Will Remember Them.
Church News | Sunday, 11 November 2018 |
Like so many men who survived the horrors of WW1 my Father never fully recovered and to some extent was always in pain since shrapnel was lodged close to his spine. We recall few stories of his time in France since he spoke very little about it.
Having faced death once and collected body parts from the field of fallen comrades not knowing who they were, facing death a second time was something which never concerned him. (Or so he said!) One story my father told me made me smile. Receiving currant biscuits near Christmas, he and his pals tried to make Christmas pudding by boiling them in a sock! He also told us how they used their bayonets to try and spear rats between the sandbags.
When I was in Australia, I was moved on a walk by a seaside which had the plaques of names of those who had fought in WW2 but had survived. I often wonder why we do not remember servicemen like that in some way. At least, I suppose British Legion and Help for Heroes, Invictus, etc., acknowledge something. Nevertheless, I hope you can use this poem he wrote. Sheila H
A feeling of some gigantic blow
Then pain, and flow of blood-
A coma, then security,
Although death’s messengers hasten
their duty to fulfil.
Behind - the Guardian Angel -
Shielding. No fear of death.
Only a longing to sleep.
Bones ache. Nature’s strength waning.
Throb of pain.
A prayer - darkness - Then light -
There is a God in Heaven. Arthur Childs 1917
Awarded the Military Medal in January of that year. He was a driver in the RFA so ‘Warhorse’ Is particularly relevant to the family.