A tribute to the fallen

They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning.
We will remember them

2009 Remembrance Day Parade

War graves at the Tyne Cot Cemetery, Ypre

The British War Memorial at The Somme

NOTE: BOTH THE ABOVE MAY TAKE SOME TIME TO LOAD

"LIST of the FALLEN"
(Fleet Parish)

1914 - 1918 WAR

G.F. Ackers

 

Will you buy a poppy sir?
Will you wear it well?
For you will hear a band sir,
Not a screaming shell.
It's good to hear you're well sir,
And feeling in the pink,
Two minutes isn't very long
to close your eyes and think.
When I was small, I'd say:"Oh my,
I think that man is going to cry."

Will you buy a poppy sir?
Will you wear it proud?
For you will hear the children sing,
Not orders barked out loud.
"Fix those baynets, off you go,
And if you don't come back
There's plenty more to follow you,
Bob and Bill and Jack."
Full-grown men begin to cry?
I often used to wonder why.

Will you buy a poppy sir?
Tonight there'll be a dance.
By kind permission of the men
Who fought and died, in France.
"Keep on going, though its been
A fortnight since you slept,
Forget the loved ones left behind,
Forget your mother wept."
Forget? We shan't. Now I know why
It's natural to start to cry.

Will you buy a poppy sir?
Will you give 20pence?
Wars are gory scenes of hell,
It makes such little sense
To hear of lads of tender years
Lying stiff and cold,
What comfort can it give to say
"That shall not grow old."
For them we grieve, and mourn, and cry 
As on deaths lonely field they lie.

Will you buy a poppy sir?
The band made such a row
But, now they're going home,sir
Things are quiet now.
The politicians, they knew best,
And they had their way.
Please, sir buy this poppy sir,
Just one left on my tray.
Then I'll go home too, by and by,
Perhaps to think - perhaps to cry.

Glyndwr Evans
Printed in the Daily Mail on 
Thursday 11 Nov 2004

 

 

 

 

 

In Memoriam

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

Edward Thomas 

 

 

G.A. Anstey

C.W. Anstey

W.H. Allen

W.H.P. Bartlett

W.H. Batchelor

C. Baverstock

W. Baverstock

B. Bellinger

W. Benham

W.P. Bennett

E. Berry

F. Berry

Fleet Memorial

A.V. Bridge

D.A. Cameron MC

A. Classe

E. Clarje

The Cherry Trees

The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.

Edward Thomas

H.G. Clinker

M.H. Cobbe

E.J. Cranford

F.W.C. Creeper

J. Crumplin

D. Deane

A.L. Denton

H. Dimes

G.C. Dimes

E.C. Dixon

H. Eggleton

J.A.C. Forbes

H. Goldring

O.G. Gunning GMA  DSO

F. Ham

F.R. Ham

F.G. Hankin

C. Heather

The Somme

E.G. Hewett

C.H. Holt

W. Howard

No Mother or Father saw him die,
No Sister or Brother to say goodbye,
No friends or relations to grasp his hand,
But they hope to meet in the better land.

Written byLieut. Maclean Proctor-Dilworths servant Private Kennedy. 
Sherwood Foresters. 
In memory of a much loved officer

C.H. Hughes

F.M. Harvey-Jones MC

W.C. Jones

J.H. Kerrich

R. Labrun

E.D. Lawes

J.W. Loveday

W.R. Lovelock

J.E.Marjoram MM

R.J. McCleverty

Suicide on the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Siegfried Sassoon

F.M. Mearing

A.J. Methven

W.J. Methven

A. Moore

W.G. Moore

W. Mower

T.W. Murrell

R.F. Newton

S.S. Norman

C.N. North

A.E. Patey

C.B. Partridge

In Flanders field the poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place; and in the 
sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset
glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Reach hand to touch rough coated arm,
Let non dismiss with pity, grief
This company of ghosts about my heart,
They were my youth, the sorrow mine,
I bought this peace, but paid no price
So great as theirs.

L. Wyn. Griffith

C.D. Partridge

A. Parsons

J. Peake-Knight DSO

L. Ranger

A.E. Sayers

T.J. Shilling

C. Silver

 

 

 

 

 

 

God knows - my dear -
I did not want to rise and leave you so,
But the dead men’s hands were beckoning
And I knew that I must go.

The dead men’s eyes were watching, lass,
Their lips were asking too;
We faced it out and paid the price -Are we betrayed by you?

Ewart Alan Mackintosh.
Seaforth Highlanders.

Killed in action November 21st 1917.

G. Silvester

C.Simms MM

W.G. Simms

A.J. Smith

R. Smith

W.C. Smith

A. Splatt

S.G. Taylor

F. Thackeray

F.R. Thackeray MC

H.S. Tocock

C. Trig

A.S. Vass

J. Vass DCM

S.J. Wackett

G. Wallace

W. Williams

D.E. Wilson

A.L. Wrenford

1939 - 1945 WAR

G.H. Baigent

J.A. Beale

What shall I think when I am called to die?
Shall I find too soon my life has ended? -
my dear -The years, too The years too quickly, have hastened by
With so little done with all I’d intended.

There were so many things I’d meant to try,
So many contests I had hoped to win;
And lo, the end approaches just as I
Was preparing to begin.

Written by a young English soldier when dying from malnutrition and disease, as a prisoner of war in Malaya,under the Japanese, during the second world war

C.B. Berry

C.B.L. Bodger

D.J. Bone

R.A.J. Bradford

W.E.J. Brown DCM MM

J.A.C. Carbbonel

G.A.R. Chalmers

C. Clark

C.H. Cobbe

N.M. Collins

J.B. Colthurst

A.R. Colthurst DSO

D.C. Croslegh

I.J. Davies

A.B. Dawes

P. Dawson

J.C. Drew

A.C. Elger

E.G. Elmes

T.H. Ely

D.B.D. Field

G.G.P. Fielding

When you go home
Tell them of us and say
For your tomorrow we gave our today.

From the book "The Little Men" (Relating to the Burma campaign in the second world war.)

 

I.P. Garrow DSO

P.G. Geary

P. Goodenough

W.H.E.Gott CB CBE DSO MC

E.G. Grinham

A.S. Hay

J.P.M. Hewlett

P.V. Jenkins

P.M. Kerr

D.G. Kingsford MC

D.M. Lawder

S.W. Lindsay

D. McDonald

C.E. Macey

G.D. MacMahon

E.G. Manning

J. Merris OBE

L.P. Moore

S.M.C. Moorhouse

Diana Isabel Nash

D.P. Newbury MC

T.G. Newbury MC

G.R.H. Newton

G. Plummer

M.S. Proudlock

S.S. Pyke

Jean Ferelith Ramsay

D.G. Reed

J.A.C. Richardson DSO

A,G. Sandeman

H.R. Sayers

D.M. Stephens

P.H.G. Stillman

G.B. Sugden CBE

A.D. Symes

W.J. Tilley

J.L. Wake

J.L. Watson

N.C. Weston

F.G. Whitmarsh

D.C. Withers

Roll of Honour Christ Church Crookham

1914 -1918 WAR  

William Anderton

William Allen

Chester Brandon

James Bracknell

Edward Breay

Arthur Bridge

L Sacheverell Coke

Albert Coles

Charles Coles

Samuel Coles

William Conway

Hugh Cooke     (PP)

Charles Craddock

John Edgell

William Fearnley

Edward Fenwick

Alfred Field     (WG)

Albert Fulbrook

Charles Godfrey

Edward Harvie

G Fredrick Hankins

William Harper

Thomas Hill    (PP & CP)

Charles Hill 

William Holliday  (CP)

Fredrick Javes

George Johns

George Lampard   (WG)

Herbert Macdonnell  (PP)

Henry May

Henry Mellish

George Newton

Oliver Neville

Reginald Pepys

James Randall

Arthur Romilly   (PP)

Harry Romilly

Henry Rundle

Christopher Russell  (PP)

Leslie Sayers  (PP)

Frank Silvester

George Silvester

Albert Simpson   (WG)

Ernle Taylor

George Ware

Reginald White   (CP)

George Wilkie  

William Willis

  1939 - 1945 WAR

William Fredrick Brown

John Chillery   (FP)

Gerald Cooke

Andrew Walter Cox

James Alexander Davies  (CP)

Basil Cranmer Dening


"And we that are left grow old with the years 
Remembering the heartache, the pain and the tears 
Hoping and praying that never again 
Man will sink to such sorrow and shame 
The price that was paid we will always remember 
Every day - every month - not just in November"

Arthur Ogden, who was a young British prisoner of war in the Second World War

Sidney Durn

Albert Edgell   (WG)

Maxwell Elrington

FCT Ewald

Raymond Garratt

George Henry Greenway

Alan Norman Hodgkinson

Michael Hogg

Edward Humphries

William Jarvis

D Knight

John Walker McKrell

John William Moore

Edwin Race   (WG)

Cecil Fredrick Rivers  (WG)

Albert Robinson

Tom Routh   (WG)

Hugh Sealy  (PP)

Graham Simpkin

Lydia Amy Slingo   (WG)

Thomas Nelson Smith

Charles Richard Tucker

John Wafford

Charles Whitcher

Roderick Alan Young

Civilians

May Ashley

Florence Chapman

Joyce Chapman (CP)

Peter Chapman  

William John Chapman

William Frank Chapman

Constance Polley

"and all others who have given their lives in the service of their country"

"Over 55 million people lost their lives in the 2nd world war"

  WG = War Graves Commission

PP  =  Private Plaque in Church

FP = Plaque on Family Grave

CP = Church Yard Burial Plot

If any of the above information is found to be incorrect please contact fleethants.com 

You can trace your 1914 - 1918 relatives on www.1837online.com

 

2009 Rememberence Sunday Parade

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