Old Whittington and The Brushes suffered many casualties during the month of July. Especially July 1916, which most of us will now know as the month the Battle of the Somme started. 1st July 1916 is one of the most infamous days of WW1. Old Whittington lost 2 men on the first day and overall on that first day there were 57,470 British casualties, including 19,240 men killed.
We remember the following men who died in July:
Robert Bunting 1 July 1916
Clarence Hewitt 1 July 1916
Sam Waine 2 July 1918
George Bates 3 July 1916
Fred Lilliman 3 July 1916
George Barker 14 July 1916
Wm Leachman 14 July 1916
Harry Lilliman 14 July 1916
Fredk C Massey 14 July 1916
Archie Newell 14 July 1916
Wm Whitmore 23 July 1918
Jno Thos Warwick 25 July 1916
Ernest Watts 29 July 1915
Geo Isaac Fearn 31 July 1916
For the Fallen
By Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not 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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
(Above casualty figures taken from http://www.iwm.org.uk)