Over the past 18 months I have tried to find photos of all of the men who ‘Never returned’ to Old Whittington. Some have been provided by family members, some from the Derbyshire Times records at the Local Studies Library and the remainder from the British Newspaper Archives website (https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/).
Sadly I was unable to find all of them, and some by now are understandably grainy, but the 66 I have found I have made into a collage. The one thing that stands out from the photos is just how young many of the men actually were.
If any relations of the men have photos they would like to share, the website can be updated at any time.
In Flanders Fields
by John McRae (May 1915)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Old Whittington One Place Study 