One featured in historic ceremony...THE amazing picture in the centre of these pages holds a special place in the heart of a Nottinghamshire family.
It shows the funeral of the Unknown Warrior in London on November 11, 1920.
The funeral casket was borne to Westminster Abbey on a gun carriage drawn, through vast and silent crowds, by six horses. Their riders were men of Eagle Troop, Royal Horse Artillery, and at their head was Private Cyril Leonard Howard, maternal grandfather of Paul Ward, of Hucknall, Peter Ward, of Calverton, and Lisa Taylor-Ward, of Sandiacre.
Retired teacher Paul, 65, had heard about the connection from his mother but it was only when he attended a family funeral and a relative gave him a newspaper cutting that he realised Cyril's true role.
The 1942 report about families from Boston, Lincolnshire, who had served their country confirmed that Cyril was "lead driver" at the funeral.
Lisa, 45, came across the picture for the first time through her connection with Nottinghamshire's Trent to Trenches commemorative campaign.
She is handling publicity for Nottingham Arts Theatre's production of Oh What A Lovely War, to be staged in July. "All the Trent to Trenches groups were sent a package of pictures so that we could use them for publicity and I went through them and realised what that one was and thought 'how amazing – my grandfather must be in that picture somewhere!" Lisa said.
The idea of a Tomb of the Unknown Warrior came from a British army chaplain while serving in France.
He came across a grave marked only by a wooden cross on which was written in pencil "An Unknown British Soldier" and suggested that an unidentified British soldier be buried "amongst the kings" at Westminster Abbey to represent the hundreds of thousands of people of the British Empire who had died in the war.
The coffin was transported with great ceremony from France and the funeral cortege passed through vast and silent crowds in London, followed by King George V, other members of the Royal Family and ministers of state.
It was carried into Westminster Abbey flanked by a guard of 100 recipients of the Victoria Cross and the guests of honour were 100 women who had each had lost their husband and all their sons in the war.
The coffin was interred in the West Nave in soil brought from the main battlefields and as members of the Armed Force stood guard, tens of thou sands of mourners filed past.
Born in Boston in 1900, Cyril Howard must have lied about his age – like many boys at the time – to volunteer for the Army. He could only have been 15 or 16 when he joined the Royal Horse Artillery because when war ended, he had served for three years in Egypt.
A year after that famous funeral, he took part in the Royal Tournament at London's Olympia with Eagle Troop.
And, having seen battle once, he relished the challenge again when the Second World War broke, volunteering to join the RAF and becoming a balloon operator and finally a military policeman. He was discharged with tuberculosis and died of the disease in 1949.
...the other was honoured for saving comrades under fire"HEROES" might not be the first word that springs to mind when the task of laying railway lines is mentioned.
But it was vital – and highly dangerous – work in the Great War and it earned the Ward siblings' paternal grandfather the Military Medal.
Born in 1890, Albert Edwin Ward was part of a labour battalion of the Cheshire Regiment.
The War Office had sanctioned the raising of such units for service abroad and at home and, as the official war diary of the 58th Labour Regiment records: "The men were drawn from all units in the Western Command, and included cotton spinners and factory hands from the Midlands, farmers from the country towns, and miners from South Wales.
"For two short weeks we were trained during every moment that could be spared from inoculation, vaccination, etc, and the seemingly interminable process of fitting out for service overseas, until we were able to at least present an appearance of a battalion on parade."
Just how "in at the deep end" these men were is illustrated by another diary entry by their captain as they set sail from Southampton in May 1916: "Arms and ammunition were issued…Few of our men had ever handled a rifle in their lives and it was with the greatest difficulty that some were found who professed knowledge; but I tremble to think what would have happened if they had been called upon to use their arms."
They reached the Somme and soon began the task of laying railway lines and taking trains loaded with supplies to and from the front.
It was gruelling work, often done in biting cold and under constant bombardment from enemy shells. Much of their efforts were blasted to pieces within minutes of being completed.
The captain writes: "Can my readers imagine the following scene:- A small party of from six to a dozen men working alone, busy repairing breaks in the line, amid that awful waste, with, as a rule, not another living soul in sight.
"Suddenly comes a shriek of a shell, perhaps a salvo of four, pitching close to the party. There is no need for a word of command, every man knows that when shells fall near there are only two classes, "the quick and the dead," and like one man they drop instantly to the ground, taking what cover they can.
"If they are lucky and the first shells fall clear, as soon as the salvo is finished and the pieces cease flying, they are up and off, running at right angles to the direction the shell travelled, and taking refuge in any convenient trench or dugout. Here they remain till the Huns' firing has subsided, feeling the thud, thud as the shells strike the ground and watching the muck and splinters fly through the air."
Sergeant Albert Ward was officially recognised a hero for his actions during two episodes.
One diary entry reads: "Sergeant Ward recommended for M.M. for bringing seven wounded of another labour company out of the "Brick Spur" under fire. After being shelled out himself, he saw others in difficulties, brought out the slightly wounded, returned and assisted the walking wounded. Brought up his tractor and despatched the badly wounded to hospital, and then removed those who had been killed."
And when a new line from Abeele to near Reninghelst, in Belgium, was being constructed, the Germans were heavily shelling the area and were reported to be planning a big push.
"A large quantity of valuable joists and rails lay beyond Ouderdom at Zevecoten dump," the diary reads. "Sergeant Ward took a party of fifteen men every day from July 14th to the 18th, to salve these and prevent them falling into enemy hands.
"All the way the train was heavily shelled…At times the driver had to wait till a salvo had fallen and then dash through at express speed. Seven and eight times a day the track would be blown up and the trains stopped while new lengths were put in..
"The dump itself was under direct observation, and one morning fourteen Bosche balloons could be seen in line close in front.
"In spite of the shelling which the party were subjected to every time their train arrived, ten trains of six wagons each were loaded and brought out safely….
"It was undoubtedly owing to skilful leading that the casualties were so slight, and for his resource and courage, Sergeant Ward was deservedly awarded the Military Medal."
But away from the fighting, there was great fun and camaraderie.
"Football was undoubtedly the chief sport," the diary records. "Cricket was rendered difficult owing to the absence of turf, and the outfield being always full of shell holes."
Albert's team won 28 out of 38 matches, scoring 174 goals and conceding only 13, and he was noted for his "fast sprints down the right wing and clever centres".
He returned to his native Lincolnshire after the war and worked on the railways. Grandson Paul remembers him well. "In the summer holidays, we used to go and stay with grandma and grandad," he says. "But he never mentioned the war to me."
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