Over the past 18 months I have searched for photos of all the men, some have come from family members and the rest from the Derbyshire Times at the Local Studies library or the Derbyshire Courier at British Newspaper archives.

Sadly I haven’t found photos for all the men, but  I have made a collage of the 66 photos I have  found.  One of the main things it brings home to me is just how young many of these men  were.

If any descendants of the men in the future want to add photos then please get in touch, I  can update the webpages at any time.

collage 1

white collage2 (3) (1)

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.


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