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This weekend marks the 90th anniversary of the beggining of this prolonged and horrific battle.
As it passes out of living memory, let us not forget what so many sacrificed for us.
From the BBC website:
Link HERE
I have my own, personal, story about The Somme...
At the outbreak of WW1 my paternal grandfather was just 14, but he wanted to serve. By 1915, he'd managed to lie his way into the Reservists/Volunteers (with the help of a doctored birth certificate), and at the beginning of 1916 he went to the frontline. I only know bits and pieces about what happened, because he died in 1964 - eight years before I was born, but I have heard a little from my Nan and Dad.
He was there in 1916, serving at the front. He saw many of his friends and fellow soldiers die around him. A child in a man's world (like so many others) he went into it in blind faith - with a feeling almost that it was an exciting adventure. My Nan doesn't even know much about what happened (they met years later, just before the outbreak of WW2) and he never spoke much about the Great War, let alone the Battle of The Somme, but she knows he was there, on the frontline.
The biggest thing she has always recalled was his immense sense of guilt. That sounds daft, but he witnessed so many die, and, apperently in his words, all he suffered was "a bullet through the wrist". He had a scar on his wrist, where a bullet had passed clean through. He never told how it happened, but my Dad remembers him showing him and briefly mentioning what caused the scar.
As the memories of that horrific event pass from living history, let us not forget our relatives who served for us, and what they endured, so that we may be free.
For you, Grandad.
As it passes out of living memory, let us not forget what so many sacrificed for us.
From the BBC website:
"The British lost more than 19,000 men in the first day of battle; there were more than 420,000 British and commonwealth casualties by the end of the campaign in November."
Link HERE
I have my own, personal, story about The Somme...
At the outbreak of WW1 my paternal grandfather was just 14, but he wanted to serve. By 1915, he'd managed to lie his way into the Reservists/Volunteers (with the help of a doctored birth certificate), and at the beginning of 1916 he went to the frontline. I only know bits and pieces about what happened, because he died in 1964 - eight years before I was born, but I have heard a little from my Nan and Dad.
He was there in 1916, serving at the front. He saw many of his friends and fellow soldiers die around him. A child in a man's world (like so many others) he went into it in blind faith - with a feeling almost that it was an exciting adventure. My Nan doesn't even know much about what happened (they met years later, just before the outbreak of WW2) and he never spoke much about the Great War, let alone the Battle of The Somme, but she knows he was there, on the frontline.
The biggest thing she has always recalled was his immense sense of guilt. That sounds daft, but he witnessed so many die, and, apperently in his words, all he suffered was "a bullet through the wrist". He had a scar on his wrist, where a bullet had passed clean through. He never told how it happened, but my Dad remembers him showing him and briefly mentioning what caused the scar.
As the memories of that horrific event pass from living history, let us not forget our relatives who served for us, and what they endured, so that we may be free.
For you, Grandad.

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