Entering this cemetery in Newport in Lincolnshire I glanced
in the large basket bin reserved for dead flowers and found some full packets
of biscuits. I put them in the car to feed to the foxes that night at home. The
cemetery was hemmed in by houses which I wasn’t expecting. To get there I’d driven
through so much flat rural Lincolnshire that I assumed the cemetery would be in
the middle of the countryside.
I
was here to find Charles Sharpe who was born nearby. He was just a kid of
sixteen when he ran away from home to join the army. He’d been soldiering for
about decade by the time he was sent to northern France to fight on the Western
Front in November 1914. By May 1915 he was an acting Corporal was fighting in the
Battle of Aubers Ridge, a joint British/French
attempt to exploit a vast diversion of German troops (unsuccessful - the
Germans won this one.)) On Sunday 9th
May 1915 at Rouges Bancs Charles was in charge of a party of soldiers ordered
to advance and attack part of a German trench about 50m long. Being in charge he
ran ahead against oncoming bullets and bombs. Many of his men were injured of killed but Charles surged ahead, dodging anything meant
to kill him. On arriving at the trench he started tossing bombs with such great
effect he cleared the out every Germans soldier. He did it singularly as the
rest of the soldiers behind him had been taken down. Another four men from the
battalion joined him and using more bombs they attacked 230m long trench with
much success.
Back
at home King George 5th presented Charles with a Victoria Cross
medal at Windsor Castle in Berkshire on 25th July 1915. Later he
rose to Company Sergeant Major and left the army aged 49. Back in civilian life
he took various jobs (including collecting rubbish), the main one being a
physical training instructor at the Hereward Camp
approved school. Oddly even though he survived over three decades as a soldier
unscathed by a single bullet he was injured during the Second World War. A German
bomber thought the school was a military camp and attacked it. Charles was injured
by survived. He died aged 73 at Working Infirmary Hospital in Cumbria.
I
wasn’t sure where to start looking for the headstone but I soon saw a military
section and headed there. Charles’s was there but I was slightly disappointed
to see there was no red wreath. I found a black feather lying on the grass and
stuck it vertically in the soil, saluted heartily and left.
Touching the “VC”…and there it is…
I’ll go and have a quick look at some
of Lincolnshire’s war dead…