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i am 79 i knew my uncle Tom. he was a nice man. around 1916 he was out walking when a woman gave him a white feather he was 16 years of age.to her he was a coward. this act was not uncommon. he took it to heart so much that he fiddled his way into the army and within a short time he was in the trenches. within a few weeks he had sustained a very bad injury to his head and since they did not know much on how to fix that he had a steel plate put in his head and was sent home.when the war ended the east end of london went wild, pianos dragged into the street and noisy parties.it was too much for him and he had a fit these fits then kept coming.he was sent away to an old soldiers home in wales where he spent the last 40 years of his life,coming home to see his family now and then. what a waste of a life to satisfy that womans awfull attitude.his name was Tom Kendrick born in Homerton london. he was a lovely pianist.
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My grandad, Walter Dawkins, was a regular soldier in 1914, so he went straight out to France. When he came home on leave his uniform was so muddy that his mother an sisters made him take it off and leave it at home so they could try to clean it. Soldiers were not supposed to go out in civvies, but Walter went out anyway.
On Tottenham High Street there was a recruiting sergeant getting young men and boys to join up - a few had already been persuaded and were standing with him waiting to march off to the barracks to take the King's shilling. The sergeant called to Walter and asked him to join up.
What Walter said to him was quite risky, in that he was out without his uniform. He said, "If you had seen what I've seen, you wouldn't be asking these boys to go out there" and walked away.
He got away with it, and survived the rest of the war in France.
This story has come down from my nan and my mum; I never heard Grandad say a word about the war, or being a soldier.
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