visit of Commonwealth graves in Communals Cemeteries & Churchyards in Belgium
PETILLON Military Cemetery (Fleurbaix) (Pas de Calais France)
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Harry Marsh 21/04/1918 aged 30
for Anthony Bagshaw Mansfield Woodhouse (U.K.)
Harold Smith 16/02/1915 aged 21
for Phil Smith (Brisbane, Australia)
A death notice from his family:
"A loving Husband and Daddy,
None breathed more true and kind,
But tis sweet to know we meet again,
Where parting is no more,
And that our loved one has only gone before,
So sad, but so true, we cannot tell why
The best are the first who are called on to die,
God took him home, it was his will,
But in our hearts he liveth still."
(Harold was from Burnley, Lancashire).
|2nd/ Lt. Robert
Emrys Owen 18/09/1918 aged 19
for Iwan Hughes.
On right, Emrys's family grave, at St. Michael's Church, Llanrug, Gwynedd,
The epitaph is:
IN LOVING MEMORY
Ellen Owen Dear wife of John R. Owen, Isfryn, Cwm-y-Glo, Who died April
14 1925 aged 57.
Also Robert Emrys Owen. their beloved son, 2nd Lieut. RAF who was killed
September 18 1918 aged 19 And was buried in Fleurbaix Cemetery.
"Until the day break, and the shadows flee away."
Also John Robert Owen Who died August 28 1928 Aged 70.
" A short rest, before the dawn."
of a letter that Emrys Owen sent to R.R.Roberts, Fronheulog, Dinorwig
(posted 28 August 1918),a few weeks before he died:
My dear Friend,
Here I am at last getting down to sending you a brief word hoping that
you are getting better.
The time has strangely flown by and I have been in this country five weeks.
There is no comparison at all between the flying here and flying in England.
There we’d have fun of just scraping over villages and waving at
the girls. Here we hover out of the sight of man – mainly at around
This is a day bombing squadron and it’s a very good one too and
has been extremely lucky lately. However I’ve had several rather
hot scraps since being here.
I won’t forget one trip when twenty-five enemy scouts attacked seven
of us. We had a very hot time. There were about twelve behind me and the
bullets were whistling past my ears. And me firing as fast as I could.
Even if I didn’t shoot them I kept them away. To make things worse
some were diving through the formation. However we all came back safely,
but Fritz was two short. Our wings and the planes were all bullets. Also
on Saturday ten of them attacked five of us, but we got three of them
down in flames. That’s the stuff – isn’t it!
The Hun will never attack unless he has three to our one. Also he’ll
never come across the lines during the day. Anyway, three came over last
Friday, but only one of them was able to escape back. Our scouts are more
than a match for them. The weather is rather unfavourable this afternoon
– too many clouds around so we’re having a holiday. There
is a quite a jolly gang here and so it isn’t boring here. We’ve
got one great advantage over the Infantry. We’ve got a comfortable
place to come to after being on a show. Cosy huts and everything extremely
convenient. Also there is far more fun had here. When Huns are met in
the sky one doesn’t think of the danger at all – it’s
taken more as a kind of game. It’s quite a strange scene around
the lines – the ground all holes from shells and bombs with towns
and villages shattered – the odd flash to be seen here and there
and that’s the only thing we can see from the air to let us know
that there’s any sort of life in the place.
After going a bit further we know immediately that we are in Hunland as
Archie shells are bursting around us.
It’s interesting to watch the bombs falling. Here we can see the
objective – some station or aerodrome or the enemy’s billets
– then there is a tug on the toggles and the pills fall, fall –
lower and lower. And become smaller until at last they disappear but after
a few seconds the burst is seen often to have ignited a good fire, or
has blown up a railway or siding. And of course a few have to fall into
a nearby field. After reaching the lines on the way back I take control
of the machine to bring it home (apart for the landing) and I’m
getting quite good at it.
My pilot is a Yankee and quite a good one he is too. After coming back
I have to write a report on what we have seen etc etc.
Then a wash and a change and we can enjoy a good meal.
I received a word from Gwilym from home today. I wouldn’t mind a
few days leave either.
Well I have nothing more to add this time but my warmest regards to you
Your faithful friend,
Translated letter from Welsh by Iwan Hughes.
|Pte Albert Roy Bennett Webber 19/07/1916
for his great nephew Simon Mitchell
James Keen 20/07/1916 aged 22
Harrison 20/07/1916 aged 27
|Pte Albert Stiles 21/07/1916 aged 20
for his great great great niece Joanne
|Coy Qmr Sjt Harry Vernon Cockbill 10/04/1918
Son of Edwin and Mary Anne Cockbill of Oxford, husband of rosa Louise Cockbill
of 13 ,Cato road, Balham.
He also served in Egypt (1895) and india (1908).
harry had his children while serving in india.
for his grandson Peter Cockbill, great niece Wendy Mortimer and family
|Harry and his wife Rosa Louise
and Harry sitting second from left with pals of Rgt.
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