08-06-2014, 02:27 PM
Few of us in Europe and across former European colonies will have been able to ignore the fact that the last couple of weeks have gradually given way to the various hundredth anniversaries of the entry into war. This war completely changed the face of Europe as well as being a key exponent in the creation of the Soviet Union after Revolution and Civil War.
Hundreds of events, personal, local, nation and international have been happening all over those nations touched by the start of hostilities 100 years ago.
I personally attended an event at the Cenotaph at 11am on Monday 4th August and was quite impressed by the size of the turnout.
Seeing as the war touched so many people in so many different ways I though I would share some correspondence from my Great Uncle "Ted" to his mother (my Great-Grandmother) back at home. Ted's story is not the usual tale of going from this island over to France or Belgium to hold a trench but the forgotten service of Royal Naval Reserve Trawler Section.
Somehow the numerous members of my family that have served the nation throughout the years in her armed forces have always been in obscure services or held strange positions such as COPPS reconnaissance, Landing Craft Pilot, Bomb Disposal, Military Prison Guard and lots of other positions that are one thing on paper and a considerably different thing in reality.
Ted ("E") returned home safe after the end of the war by which time his mother "E" had died of old age (his father, my Great-Grandfather dying of old age before he outbreak of war in January 1913) and another "E" Guest (his cousin) had been killed in action and is now remembered on the Cenotaph.
During the Japanese invasion of Malaya in January 1942 Ted's nephew (my first cousin once removed) Donald was killed in action whilst serving in the Royal Norfolks and his name is also on the Cenotaph.
All of us will have had family members in service during the Great War, some returning, others not but none of them around now to tell us about it. Here is just a little insight into one man's service in an almost completely forgotten branch of service in his very own words.
I have been sitting on the following postcards for over 20 years and this is their first airing. I am also trying to obtain his full service record which has been very difficult but seems to be a near reality.
This first postcard dates from 27th August 1916.
"Dear Mother,
Just a line to let you know I am settled down again hoping it finds you all in the pink as I remain your affectionate son Ted"
Hundreds of events, personal, local, nation and international have been happening all over those nations touched by the start of hostilities 100 years ago.
I personally attended an event at the Cenotaph at 11am on Monday 4th August and was quite impressed by the size of the turnout.
Seeing as the war touched so many people in so many different ways I though I would share some correspondence from my Great Uncle "Ted" to his mother (my Great-Grandmother) back at home. Ted's story is not the usual tale of going from this island over to France or Belgium to hold a trench but the forgotten service of Royal Naval Reserve Trawler Section.
Somehow the numerous members of my family that have served the nation throughout the years in her armed forces have always been in obscure services or held strange positions such as COPPS reconnaissance, Landing Craft Pilot, Bomb Disposal, Military Prison Guard and lots of other positions that are one thing on paper and a considerably different thing in reality.
Ted ("E") returned home safe after the end of the war by which time his mother "E" had died of old age (his father, my Great-Grandfather dying of old age before he outbreak of war in January 1913) and another "E" Guest (his cousin) had been killed in action and is now remembered on the Cenotaph.
During the Japanese invasion of Malaya in January 1942 Ted's nephew (my first cousin once removed) Donald was killed in action whilst serving in the Royal Norfolks and his name is also on the Cenotaph.
All of us will have had family members in service during the Great War, some returning, others not but none of them around now to tell us about it. Here is just a little insight into one man's service in an almost completely forgotten branch of service in his very own words.
I have been sitting on the following postcards for over 20 years and this is their first airing. I am also trying to obtain his full service record which has been very difficult but seems to be a near reality.
This first postcard dates from 27th August 1916.
"Dear Mother,
Just a line to let you know I am settled down again hoping it finds you all in the pink as I remain your affectionate son Ted"
"Signed with his own rubber stamp"
