Post by KG on May 9, 2008 19:30:50 GMT
You may be interested in this new web site of mine that's lists all of the dead of Newport City in all the Services, that is all of the names held in two Roll of Honour books at Newport Library plus many more that I have found myself who are not listed in those books.
It should also be noted that CWGC do make mistakes and admit TO them. They have said for many years that 14 year old John Condon from Waterford City, Ireland was the youngest killed in WW1 but they now say because of a typo error that this is not true as he was aged 18 and that the body they put into his grave is not his either!
They are trying to sort this out to correct the error and to give the body a proper interment that honours this person under his real name but the Ministry of Defence are holding back on any decision because of the amount of money and promotion they have spent and done in the past with this grave.
This then lets any 14 year old killed in WW1 in contention of being the true youngest casualty including the two from Newport.
My own family have had links with the merchant navy from as far back as the early 1800's and probably a lot further back than that and one of my cousins, now 95 and an eminent local artist of merchant navy ships and of a has large and long mural in concrete at Cardiff Castle. He is Frank Abraham and was involved in the Spanish Civil War as a were lot of Welshmen and also he ended up in the water twice in 24 hours after his ship and another that rescued him were both torpedoed.
regards
Shaun McGuire
Shaun, respect your communication and thanks for that, any further information recieved will lead to a "TREGENNA" Remembrance.
LEST WE FORGET
Why do you march, old man,
with medals on your chest?
Why do you grieve, old man,
for friends long laid to rest?
Why do your eyes still gleam, old man,
when you hear the bugle’s cry?
Tell me, why do you cry, old man,
for those days so long ago?
I’ll tell you why I march, young man,
with medals on my chest.
I’ll tell you why I grieve, young man,
for those that in the cold cruel seas do rest.
Through misty seas of gossamer silk
come visions of distant times,
When the boys of tender age
sailed forth to distant climes.
We buried them in a seaman’s shroud,
their young flesh scorched and blackened;
Blood-stained sea, their communal grave-
even a headstone lacking
And you ask me why I march, young man;
I march to remind you all
That but for those bygone youths,
you would never have know freedom at all.
Mrs Bette Pim
It should also be noted that CWGC do make mistakes and admit TO them. They have said for many years that 14 year old John Condon from Waterford City, Ireland was the youngest killed in WW1 but they now say because of a typo error that this is not true as he was aged 18 and that the body they put into his grave is not his either!
They are trying to sort this out to correct the error and to give the body a proper interment that honours this person under his real name but the Ministry of Defence are holding back on any decision because of the amount of money and promotion they have spent and done in the past with this grave.
This then lets any 14 year old killed in WW1 in contention of being the true youngest casualty including the two from Newport.
My own family have had links with the merchant navy from as far back as the early 1800's and probably a lot further back than that and one of my cousins, now 95 and an eminent local artist of merchant navy ships and of a has large and long mural in concrete at Cardiff Castle. He is Frank Abraham and was involved in the Spanish Civil War as a were lot of Welshmen and also he ended up in the water twice in 24 hours after his ship and another that rescued him were both torpedoed.
regards
Shaun McGuire
Shaun, respect your communication and thanks for that, any further information recieved will lead to a "TREGENNA" Remembrance.
LEST WE FORGET
Why do you march, old man,
with medals on your chest?
Why do you grieve, old man,
for friends long laid to rest?
Why do your eyes still gleam, old man,
when you hear the bugle’s cry?
Tell me, why do you cry, old man,
for those days so long ago?
I’ll tell you why I march, young man,
with medals on my chest.
I’ll tell you why I grieve, young man,
for those that in the cold cruel seas do rest.
Through misty seas of gossamer silk
come visions of distant times,
When the boys of tender age
sailed forth to distant climes.
We buried them in a seaman’s shroud,
their young flesh scorched and blackened;
Blood-stained sea, their communal grave-
even a headstone lacking
And you ask me why I march, young man;
I march to remind you all
That but for those bygone youths,
you would never have know freedom at all.
Mrs Bette Pim
