Soldato
What does it mean to me?
It means Lance Corporal Ernest Walduck 5th Battalion Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry, a man who volunteered under Kitchener's first call for 100,000 volunteers on 7th August 1914.
It means Boesinghe, a nasty little corner in the Ypres battlefield on the Yser Canal where the 5th Battalion were transferred in Spring of 1915 to support the veteran and much denuded 4th Infantry Division of the British Expeditionary Force who were slowly taking over the positions from the French who had been thrown back by German advances in April.
It means all those who toiled at the Essex Farm Advanced Dressing Station where Ernest was rushed sometime around 18th May 1915 after receiving an unrecorded injury.
It means all those who travelled with him on the casualty train that he sadly died on in a railway siding somewhere in Northern France on 20th May 1915 whilst being transported to the coast to be shipped back to England.
Lance Corporal Ernest Walduck was my Great-uncle, I never knew him but when I wear my poppy, his death, no matter how seemingly pointless, is not forgotten and by being remembered and honoured marks his sacrifice.
It means Lance Corporal Ernest Walduck 5th Battalion Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry, a man who volunteered under Kitchener's first call for 100,000 volunteers on 7th August 1914.
It means Boesinghe, a nasty little corner in the Ypres battlefield on the Yser Canal where the 5th Battalion were transferred in Spring of 1915 to support the veteran and much denuded 4th Infantry Division of the British Expeditionary Force who were slowly taking over the positions from the French who had been thrown back by German advances in April.
It means all those who toiled at the Essex Farm Advanced Dressing Station where Ernest was rushed sometime around 18th May 1915 after receiving an unrecorded injury.
It means all those who travelled with him on the casualty train that he sadly died on in a railway siding somewhere in Northern France on 20th May 1915 whilst being transported to the coast to be shipped back to England.
Lance Corporal Ernest Walduck was my Great-uncle, I never knew him but when I wear my poppy, his death, no matter how seemingly pointless, is not forgotten and by being remembered and honoured marks his sacrifice.