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The Spirit of Christmas 1940

           countyside with his fellow soldiers between the basic training.  He
           had enjoyed the training, finding it a lot of fun but being a keen
           footballer from Smethwick in Staffordshire, he was naturally fit
           and found the physical training fairly easy.


             By the summer of 1915, they were getting impatient to get
           across to France and do their bit.  Of course, there was a bit of
           apprehension but also so much excitement.  They were going,
           and that was that.  But the reality of the trenches very quickly
           took hold and morale, although covered by humour of the troops,
           started to be affected.


             William was one of the eldest members of his platoon even
           though he was just 21 himself.  Most were barely old enough
           to be called adults.  17, 18, 19, just boys.  William being in
           his twenties was considered the one that the rest could turn to.
           Although he would stay a Rifleman, he was respected as if he was
           a Non- Commissioned Officer.  He was ok with this, it was a good
           distraction to be able to help his guys out even if it was just a
           comforting chat.


             The next year would prove a test for William as the 11th
           Battalion went from battle to battle and the lads he came out with
           got fewer and fewer.  But still, he tried to be the one who could
           be relied upon steady the nerves.  That was his gift, the calm in
           the storm.  A gift that would be needed and strongly tested as the
           Battle for the Somme raged.


             In July 1916, the Battalion was in action on the run up to the
           third attack on the Somme.  They were situated at a piece of
           woodland not far from Longueval called Delville Wood.  During
           mid-July, the South African forces had taken the wood in a
           very costly battle and now held the position.  However, there
           had been numerous counter-offensives from the German war
           machine to retake it.  The lush forest of Beech and Hornbeam had
           been reduced to a quagmire of mud after the constant artillery
           bombardments and the beautiful French copre was no more.  The
           First World War took no prisoners of nature.



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