On the build up to remembrance day we are bringing you stories of unsung heroes from the Great War to remember those from both the front line as well as those back home.

Sergeant Richard Reginald Lewis As with most Grandparents, my Grandfather has always had HIS chair in the living room, a place for him to put his feet up on the fireplace, lean back, light his pipe and relax. As a small child, as soon as he would vacate his seat I would jump on there and tease that the seat was now mine. But the main reason I...

My Father was a prisoner of war in 1943. He never really spoke about this time whether it was due to his army briefing or just that it was too painful. Since his death our family have discovered where he was a prisoner in Stalag 18A Austria. He had said he was captured by the Italians and treated poorly with lack of food, then moved up through...

My paternal grandfather, Alfred Henry Chilton, served in WWI in the Royal Worcester Regiment, mainly in northern France in and around Arras and Cambrai. He was enlisted 07.11.1914 serving until 14.08.1917, being discharged on medical grounds; he lost the middle finger and half of the index finger on his left hand, following an injury. A very...

I remember when I was a kid, my mother “BABS” telling me many times about how terrifying it was in Aberdeen during WWII. She told me how scared they were at school as well as at home. She mentioned how all the kids cheered, when they learned that the school had been bombed during the night, as that meant that they wouldn’t have to go to school,...

I never knew Frank as he died when I was a toddler, but I knew my uncle Leslie when I was 12 years old, he made a huge impression on me, about what it was to be ‘British’. He was a wonderful person and a total Soldier to the very end of his life at 90. He would tell me about trench warfare every time I went to see him in Newbury Berks.

A remembrance to my father Gdsm Gareth Griffiths of the 1st Battalion Welsh Guards affectionately known to his WG muckers as Griff22 or Biffo.

Our Unknown Story involves a whole family of brave men who lived on the bravest little street in England, Chapel Street in Altrincham. Seven brothers, including my Grandfather, played a number of roles in the First World War and all then came home to Chapel Street. Of the residents in Chapel Street, 161 residents had served in the War by November...

My Grampa was a very proud man and a true gentleman. In 1939 he was called on by the army to serve his country leaving his wife and baby son at home.

My father, Frank Oliver Turner born 7th June 1893, joined the army as a young single man in his early 20’s, he spent many years serving for King and Country. I never thought about asking what it was like or how he got the scar on the side of his neck, he in turn never spoke of the war and sadly died when I was 13.