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CAMERON, Douglas Hunter (Revised 26/06/2018)
CAMPBELL, Thomas (Revised 26/06/2018)
CANEY, Robert Alfred (Revised 11/04/2019)
CANHAM, Jack (Revised 26/06/2018)
CARPENTER, Reginald Robert (Revised 06/12/2017)
CARTER, William Thomas (Revised 06/07/2018)
CASEY, Charles (Revised 26/06/2018)
CASEY, Derek Anthony George. Lance Corporal (Revised 26/06/2018)
CATES, Alfred (Revised 27/06/2018)
CATOR, John Leonard (Revised 27/06/2018)
CHANDLER, Frederick George (Revised 27/06/2018)
CHANNON, Peter * (Revised 27/06/2018)
CHAPMAN, John Arthur (Revised 27/06/2018)
CHERRY, Harold Arthur (Revised 24/02/2019)
CHILDS, Albert Victor (Revised 27/06/2018)
CHILMAN, Richard Arthur (Revised 27/06/2018)
CIVELLI, Joseph (Revised 09/07/2018)
CLARK, Leonard Arthur (Revised 09/07/2018)
CLARK, Maurice Charles (Revised 30/06/2018)
CLARK, Victor James (Revised 06/12/2017)
CLARK, William George (Revised 30/06/2018)
CLEGG, Luke (Revised 30/06/2018)
CLEVERLEY, Arthur (Albert) Henry * (Revised 30/06/2018)
CLIFF, John William (Revised 30/06/2018)
CLIFF, Peter Robert (Revised 30/06/2018)
CLIFTON, John Lowrey (Revised 30/06/2018)
COADE, Charles Frederick * (Revised 24/02/2019)
COCKELL, Percival John (Revised 30/06/2018)
COCKROFT, Leslie Hermon (Revised 30/06/2018)
COLLETT, Charles Harry (Revised 26/02/2019)
COLLIER, John Mansel (Revised 30/06/2018)
COLLIER, Robert Arthur (Revised 30/06/2018)
COLLINS, Geoffrey Guy (Revised 11/02/2019)
COLLINS, Walter Thomas Douglas (Revised 01/07/2018)
COLLIS, Frederick Charles (Revised 01/07/2018)
COLLIS, Reginald * (Revised 01/02/2018)
CONDER, Peter James (Revised 01/07/2018)
CONNOR, Edith May (New 30/10/2017)
CONRAN, Edward Denis (Revised 01/07/2018)
COOKE, John Robert Alfred (Revised 01/07/2018)
COOKE Reginald J * (Revised 01/07/2018)
COPESTICK, Arthur (Revised 11/02/2019)
CORNOCK, William Edward (Revised 04/07/2018)
COWEN, Painton Sidney * (Revised 04/07/2018)
COX, Ethel (Revised 04/07/2018)
COX, Geoffrey Reginald Clifford (Revised 04/07/2018)
COX Harry Francis Thomas * (Revised 04/07/2018)
CRADDOCK-JONES, Arthur William (Revised 04/07/2018)
CRAIG-ADAMS, Michael Alexander (Revised 04/07/2018)
CRAWFORTH, Charles * (Revised 04/07/2018)
CROFT, Raymond Harold George (Revised 15/07/2018)
CROSS, James Vernon Cowley (Revised 04/07/2018)
CROWLEY, Emily * (Revised 04/07/2018)
CUNLIFFE, The Hon. Mrs. Sidney Patrick (Revised 11/03/2018)
CUNNINGHAM, John Charles (Revised 04/07/2018)
CURTIS, Claude Francis (Revised 04/07/2018)
CUTLER, Stanley Charles (Revised 22/03/2019)
* = Not included in the Book of Remembrance for reasons unknown.
'[William Hunter] Cameron is shown as living in Rosebery Road in the Electoral Register 1923-25, and subsequently at Priam Lodge. He appears to have retired from training in the mid-1930s, moving to Church Road, was back at Priam Lodge either side of the 1939-45 War.'
Sgt Douglas H. CAMERON, 517813,
Sgt Arthur H. MAY, 365514,
Sgt (AG) Thomas REAY, 751646
Sgt Wilfred WARREN, 349651.
"In loving memory of our dear Douglas. Wife, Mother and Father."
RAAF 413756 Flt Sgt P A Fraser, Captain (Pilot),
RAF Sgt J R Nicholls, (Flight Engineer),
RCAF Flt Sgt W M T Hetherington, (Navigator),
RCAF FO R C Baillie, (Air Bomber),
RAF Sgt W E Goodacre, (Wireless Air Gunner),
RAF Sgt T Campbell, (Mid Upper Gunner)
RCAF Flt Sgt G H Woodcock, (Rear Gunner).
'If love could have saved you, you would never have died '.
"Eventually I was stationed on the Queen Mary. She was so much faster than the other ships that sometimes she sailed alone. If she was in a convoy she had to zigzag to keep her speed down. I was on board when a steersman zigged when he should have zagged and she went straight over and through a navy frigate. All we felt was a bump. There was no way we could stop and look for survivors. Unlikely there were any."
"To a beautiful life came a sudden end he died as he lived, everyone's friend."
"His country called, he answered".
"The work you do is hard and dangerous. You rarely get and never seek publicity; your only concern is to do your job, and you have done it nobly. You have sailed in many seas and all weathers… . This work could not be done without loss, and we mourn all who have died and over 250 ships lost on duty… . No work has been more vital than yours; no work has been better done. The Ports were kept open and Britain breathed. The Nation is once again proud of you."
"Angels guard thee / Called on his 21st birthday".
|ALFRED WILLIAM CATES, HIS SIBLINGS AND HALF SIBLINGS|
|Name||Born - Died||Notes|
|Clara Elizabeth Cargill||Born: 3 August 1890 Guildford||Half sibling. Baptised 21 September 1890 St. John the Evangelist, Stoke, Guildford. Father recorded as a soldier.|
|Lily Maud Cargill||Born: 8 January 1892 Guildford||Half sibling. Baptised 3 April 1892 St. John the Evangelist, Stoke, Guildford. Father recorded as a soldier.|
Married William Josiah 1911 Epsom.
|Daisy Laudymore Cargill||Born: 1896 Guildford||Half sibling. Baptised 17 May 1896 St. John the Evangelist, Stoke, Guildford. Living in Drummond Road at the time.|
Father recorded as deceased.
Married Philip G L Hill 1922 Epsom.
|Dorothy Victoria Cargill||Born: 1897 Guildford||Half sibling. No baptism found, father unknown.|
|Alfred William Cates||Born: 21 June 1901 Guildford|
Died: 26 July 1943 Thailand
|Baptised 8 February 1903 in St. Saviour, Guildford and again on the same day in St. Lawrence, Stoke, Guildford|
|Caroline Hilda Cates||Born: 4 December 1902 Guildford||Full sibling. Baptised 8 February 1903 St. Saviour, Guildford and again on the same day in St. Lawrence, Stoke, Guildford. |
Married Thomas Benjamin Fox 22 May 1926 St. Barnabas Epsom.
|George Frederick Cates||Born: 2 November 1906 Addlestone|
|Full sibling. Baptised 30 June 1907 Christ Church Epsom. Address Upper Court Road Epsom.|
|Ernest Robert Cates||Born: 7 September 1908 Epsom|
Died: 1975 Kettering
|Full sibling. Attested 2 April 1925, Royal Fusiliers.|
Married Ruby Bryan 1938 Kettering
|Cecil Eric Armadale Cates||Born: 16 November 1914 Epsom|
Died: 1993 Berkshire
|Full sibling. Baptised 10 January 1915, St. Barnabas. Married twice: 1) Louisa M Hairs 1939. 2) Phyllis K Hayward 1946.|
"So young, so kind, so bright, I bid you, my dearest one, goodnight."
"His thoughts were for others to the last. We shall miss him sadly all our lives"
"Precious memories are all we have, Darling, until we meet again."
When he first came to Felsted John Chapman did not find life easy. He was shy and nervous and progress at work and games was slow. But gradually all this changed and, by sheer determination, he achieved success. When he left he was a successful and reliable House Prefect, a member of the Upper Sixth and of the Bury Committee, a 2nd XI colour for hockey and had played regularly for most of his House teams. Then came more hard work to get a commission in the Tank Corps and again success. His letters showed enthusiasm for his work and genuine affection for School and House. The last was written in June in the Libyan desert, where shortly afterwards he gave his life.
"He has gone home to God his Father."
"Tell England, all who pass this monument, I died for her and here I rest content".
"Oh, how it would have eased the sorrow could we have only said good-bye."
" 'Tis hard to break the cord when love binds the heart 'tis hard to speak the words we for a time must part."
"Loving memories ever. Jean and Anthony"
"For God so loved / the world that he gave / his only begotten son. / St. John iii. 16"
"Promoted to a higher rank".
|Joseph Edwin||6 November 1914||1990|
|Peter Robert||Q4 1922||1943|
|John William||15 September 1924||1943|
|Dennis Donald||12 February 1926||1981|
(In Q1 1953 she married William M Foster
in the local Surrey Mid Eastern District)
|Michael David||Q4 1932||2010|
"...third Hamburg raid, for which eighteen Stirlings from Downham Market made up a force of 777 aircraft. EF449 returned early with intercom problems, but 707 aircraft arrived over the city approaching from the north to deliver 2,300 tons of bombs. The Pathfinders were again two miles east of the aiming point with their markers, which fell a little to the south of the firestorm area. A creep-back developed across the devastation of two nights earlier, before falling onto other residential districts beyond, where a new area of fire was created, although of lesser proportions. The city's fire service was already exhausted, while access to the freshly afflicted districts was denied by rubble strewn and cratered streets, and there was little to be done, other than to allow the fires to burn themselves out. The defences were beginning to recover from the shock of Window, and as they did so, the bomber losses began to rise. Twenty eight aircraft failed to return on this night, two of them, BF578 and EE895, belonging to 218 Squadron. The former's demise came at the hands of a combination of flak and a nightfighter, which brought the Stirling down over Germany, killing the pilot, Sgt Pickard, and one of his gunners, and delivering the remainder of the crew into captivity. The latter was a victim of flak in the target area, and there were no survivors from the crew of Sgt Clark. Both crews were just emerging from their freshman status, and were on their third and fifth operations respectively."
"There is in this rich earth a richer dust concealed."
"They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old."
"Naught can come without His knowing, come what may, 'tis His bestowing. All's well."
"He was our son our brother, our friend. Loved by us all we will ever remember."
Flt Lt Sidney Charles Willis,Eight were members of 70 Squadron and assumed to have been trainees.
Sgt Percy Raymond James Bosely,
Sgt Frederick Charles Collis,
Flight Sergeant Ronald Vincent Cremins,
Leading Aircraftman William Briggs,
Sgt Robert Hall,
Sgt Frank Turner,
Flight Sergeant John Andrew Wingrove,
Sgt Frederick Charles Leonard,
Flight Sergeant Kenneth Morison,
Cpl Newby Whyvel
Plt Off Henry William Yearley
"In gratitude to Frederick beloved husband of Muriel and darling Daddy of Alan, Hugh and Lyndon."
"We shall always remember and cherish your memory."
"September 25, 1915
Below the chateau of Vaudricourt there is a wood which closes it around with a sense of security belonging to fir woods, and the zone of pines is dense and fragrant.
On the night of September 23, 1915, the Royal Munster Fusiliers marched from the little village of Philosophe and bivouacked in the Vaudricourt domain. The battalion was on the march again, and that dim, cloudy night they trooped in under the shelter and lighted their camp fires.
The whole effect was mysterious and unreal as things seen in dreams; the columns of luminous smoke soared upwards, illuminating the low strong branches of the trees, and around the fires the men lay huddled in their great-coats, grouped within the circles of flickering light.
Just as the fires were dying down into blackness a little incident that memory dwells upon changed the Vaudricourt woods into an undying picture for those who saw it. One of the men stretched out his arm and placed a lighted candle on a branch just over his head, and as though this simple act appealed to the memories and imaginations of his comrades, in a moment the pine woods of Vaudricourt became transformed into a forest of Christmas trees. One after another the tiny flames appeared, and burned like a hundred little glittering shrines. God knows what memories of childhood and things that were far enough away from war it recalled to the hearts of these men.
Yet the memory of the clouded night, the whisper of the wind in the trees, and the woods of Vaudricourt, bright with the soldiers' candles, comes like a gleam across the vast darkness and lights again the faces of the war-worn battalion once more on its way to the fighting line.
On September 24 the Munsters took up their position close to La Routoire Farm. Beyond these trenches the Germans occupied a long, sweeping ridge of down land; a space of quiet scenery spread out to the horizon like a calm sea. On the German side were Auchy, Hulloch, and Loos, and on the British Cambrin, Vermelle, Philosophe, and Mazingarbe, and between them the desolate ground from which living things are fenced and barred out. The trenches divided the two main roads at right angles, and the Hulloch road played an important part in subsequent operations. Here and there over the grass piles of slag stood out like stubborn towers, black and desolate as some minor, haunting fragment of an evil dream. They masked the mines, and were treacherous, cruel defences on a poor, wasted land.
The weather was gloriously fine, and under the heavy bombardment of the British guns the whole sky line seemed to be in eruption. Huge masses of chalk-dust and smoke lifted hundreds of feet into the air, and rolled slowly away like a drowsy cloud trailing near the ground and reluctant to depart from this "best of all possible worlds."
In the grey light of the morning of September 25 the British guns opened a furious fire, joined by the rattle of rifle and machine guns. Without fuss or disorder the Munsters awaited the moment when they should face a pouring stream of bullets and charge into the teeth of the storm.
Led by Major Considine, the Munsters pushed up the winding trenches to the front line, exchanging a word or two as they went, and relying, as all men do in time of crisis, upon those unexplained resources that stand for all that is best in a soldier. When they reached the front line the leading company was blocked, for the trenches were full of men, with their faces coloured an ashen blue and the buttons and badges on their coats turned green. Some were dead and others unconscious, for they were the helpless victims of gas fumes.
When the Munsters charged over the parapet the Hulloch road was alive with troops racing towards the German trenches, but to the front all was quiet, and a number of khaki figures in blue gas helmets lay very still out over the grass towards the German lines, having so encountered that "last and greatest of all fine sights" in the cold dimness of half oblivion.
The fire from the enemy's guns increased as the Munsters advanced with a yell, and the wire ahead of them was apparently unbroken.
Leading "A" Company, Major Considine fell in the advance, and as he sank down Sergeant-major Jim Leahy rushed forward to carry him into safety. He, too, was hit through the heart by a German bullet, and when he fell the advancing Munsters cheered him as they raced ahead, carrying with them the memory of the two men who had fallen so gallantly, into their fierce charge. Both Major Considine and Sergeant Leahy are buried on the battlefield almost where they fell, 800 yards west of Vermelles.
Up the long-deserted, grass-grown Hulloch road six batteries came at a gallop, wheeling boldly across the open under heavy fire, the Munsters, in conjunction with the brigade, following at a run. Great volcanoes of black smoke shot up immediately as the bombers worked down the German trenches. Lieutenant Denis Conran with six of his company occupied a support trench crowded with German troops, and for forty-eight hours held this small salient of the advance, waging a steady war with unwavering determination and grit. The enemy were all around this small handful, and from where they fought they could see the village of Hulloch being knocked to pieces like a card-house, and again on the right the shell-torn havoc of the advance to Loos, the chalk pit, and Hill 70. The larger stride had been taken at last, and the men in their gas helmets with their five days' growth of beard looked strange and almost oriental as they advanced, receded, and again advanced as the deadly conflict rolled onwards.
Towards evening the weather turned bitterly cold and heavy rain began to fall. The smell of poison gas, shell fumes, and blood became almost overpowering. Among the torn bodies the flotsam of war lay unheeded in the mud. Innumerable blankets, rifles, caps, belts, and bloodstained dressings told that a memory was all that was left to many of those who had been alive and glad a few hours before, and everywhere there were dead, dying, and wounded men, and all the helpless misery of battle.
The troops charged again, and the remnants of the Munsters raised another cheer and rallied for the last rush, and then the strain ended as you may see men pulled suddenly over at a tug-of-war. Four columns of German soldiers filed out of the trenches, holding their hands above their heads.
The road from Loos to Hulloch was clear at a cost of 1,000,000 shells and 50,000 men. A right of way was established at a price that no one can ever tell, since broken lives and hearts are not entered into any known roll of honour, and this right of way was made good by the simple valour and indomitable constancy of the ordinary man.
For them there is no return, for those who waited for them no more reason to cross the days off the calendar; stillness has intervened - the stillness that marks the passing of the mortal to immortality. Tears are useless, broken hearts useless; life will not alter because of these things. The days go on, and we with them; those who have gone have "bought eternity with a little hour, and are not dead."
And the road is now clear from Loos to Hulloch."
"14th Oct  Lieutenant E. D. Conran, M.C, an officer who first distinguished himself with the Battalion at Loos, September, 1915, was wounded, and the transport lines at Reumont were heavily shelled. They were accordingly moved back to Bertry about 1a.m."
"In loving memory of / Edward Denis Conran MC / Aged 52 / Artists Rifles and 2nd Royal Munster Fusiliers / 1914-1918 / Air Raid Warden / killed by enemy action at Epsom, Surrey, / on 7th Novr 1940. / Son of Edward Conran and Agnes Blatch"
"Into the mosaic of victory is placed this precious piece enshrined in our hearts."
Cornock, William Edward - Flying Officer 186723were buried in Moascar War Cemetery, Egypt.
Bradley, Douglas - Pilot Officer 163317
Eve, Peter John Newlan - Warrant Officer 1515315
Eaton, John George - Pilot Officer 193172
Veitch, Thomas - Sergeant 1822858
Ashton, Peter John - Sergeant 1813703
781 Squadron at Lee-on-Solent from 10 March 1942 to 14 April 1942;
775 Squadron at Dekhelia, Egypt from 18 April 1942 to 23 June 1942; and
888 Squadron aboard the aircraft carrier HMS Formidable from 12 August 1942 until his death.
"One of a gallant squadron a most adored son & brother. Faithful to the end. Mother & Ian."
"Memories / our greatest treasure / until we meet again, darling. / Mum and Dad."
"Not only to-day but every day in silence we remember."
RAF Sqn Ldr Harvie, G de L Captain (Pilot)
RAF 1375137 Sgt C F Curtis, (Pilot)
RAAF 404564 Sgt S L Green, (Observer)
RAF 1356436 Sgt D Henderson. (Wireless Op./ Air Gunner)
RAAF 400306 Sgt R Marshall, (Wireless Op./ Air Gunner)
RAF Flt Lt T H Tozer, (Air Gunner)
"In ever-loving memory."