That is the simple sentence in the war diary of the 16th Bn The Royal Warwickshire Regiment that ended the Great War.
My Grandfather, Private William Morgan had got through it though he had been wounded. He'd served as a cavalryman in the 1st (Kings) Dragoon Guards from 1908 to 1914 in India, they mobilized immediately along with the other regiments of the Lucknow Cavalry Brigade. Together with the Salkot and Mhow Brigades they formed the 1st Indian Cavalry Division, later renamed the 4th Cavalry Division.
In mid 1917 when the KDG's were ordered back to India my Grandfather was inexplicably compulsorily transferred to the 15th Bn The Royal Warwickshire Regiment, an infantry regiment, the battalion later disbanded in the re-organisation of the army in 1918, he was transferred to the 16th battalion. He'd seen action on the Western Front and the Italian Front and was with the Army of Occupation in Germany. He was demobbed in 1920.
In later life when his children asked him about the war his stock answer was 'You don't want to know about that.' He spoke a little of his days in India which it would seem he enjoyed but nothing of war service, he told his sons never to volunteer for anything. He was an honorary member of The Old Contemptibles, the association for troops that were part of the British Expeditionary Force that went straight out to France on the outbreak of war, his regiment, although in France in November 1914 was part of the Indian Expeditionary Force, hence his honorary membership, he was also in the Royal British Legion.
My other Grandad served in the 2nd Bn The Middlesex Regiment from 29th August 1914 until March 1918 when he was invalided out of the army, he too was in the thick of the action taking part and surviving the first day of the battle of the Somme and Neuve Chapelle, he won the Military Medal for bravery in October 1916 at Ancre part of the Somme campaign. I remember having two brief conversations with his about his army days but he didn't go into detail. So there you have it, the Great War was over. Now to survive the peace.
My Grandfather, Private William Morgan had got through it though he had been wounded. He'd served as a cavalryman in the 1st (Kings) Dragoon Guards from 1908 to 1914 in India, they mobilized immediately along with the other regiments of the Lucknow Cavalry Brigade. Together with the Salkot and Mhow Brigades they formed the 1st Indian Cavalry Division, later renamed the 4th Cavalry Division.
In mid 1917 when the KDG's were ordered back to India my Grandfather was inexplicably compulsorily transferred to the 15th Bn The Royal Warwickshire Regiment, an infantry regiment, the battalion later disbanded in the re-organisation of the army in 1918, he was transferred to the 16th battalion. He'd seen action on the Western Front and the Italian Front and was with the Army of Occupation in Germany. He was demobbed in 1920.
In later life when his children asked him about the war his stock answer was 'You don't want to know about that.' He spoke a little of his days in India which it would seem he enjoyed but nothing of war service, he told his sons never to volunteer for anything. He was an honorary member of The Old Contemptibles, the association for troops that were part of the British Expeditionary Force that went straight out to France on the outbreak of war, his regiment, although in France in November 1914 was part of the Indian Expeditionary Force, hence his honorary membership, he was also in the Royal British Legion.
My other Grandad served in the 2nd Bn The Middlesex Regiment from 29th August 1914 until March 1918 when he was invalided out of the army, he too was in the thick of the action taking part and surviving the first day of the battle of the Somme and Neuve Chapelle, he won the Military Medal for bravery in October 1916 at Ancre part of the Somme campaign. I remember having two brief conversations with his about his army days but he didn't go into detail. So there you have it, the Great War was over. Now to survive the peace.
My Grandfather top row, middle wearing the full dress uniform of the 1st (Kings) Dragoon Guards. Probably taken December 1911 in Deli, India. |
16/Royal Warwick's war diary detailing 11th November 1918. |
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