You wouldn’t think anyone
called Onions would be brave would you? Here I am looking for the grave of
soldier George Onions who is buried in a cemetery in Halesowen in Birmingham.
Normally these VC dudes lie in graveyards attended by glorious churches but
Quinton Cemetery is more a municipal affair with little character. I drove around
in the car to get a feel for the place and though it’s geographically large
only half has been dug up to bury the dead.
Little is known about George’s boyhood. A census
from 1901 shows the 18-year-old to be working in Abersychan
in Monmouthshire as an assistant to an analytical chemist. Aged 21 he moved to
Australia and married Florence. Later he returned to Sale in Cheshire and joined
the army. This part of his life is a blank but by the time the Lance Corporal
was 35 he was fighting in the First World Ward in Achiet-le-Petit
in North West France. On Friday 13th December 1918 various
battalions had fought to make positive gains of territory. It was foggy though
and the battalion George was in had somehow been split up from the others. The
next day George and another soldier (Private Eades)
were sent out to look for the battalion thought to be on the right flank. While
out searching they found a long old trench which was unoccupied. Suddenly to
their right they spotted about 250 German soldiers advancing toward them,
probably sent to counter-attack positions made the previous day. George and
Private Eades could have retreated silently and
remained safe. However they positioned themselves so the Germans would be passing
them. When they were about 100 yards away they opened fire. The Germans wavered
and some hands were thrown up. George and his comrade ran ahead expecting to be
killed in revenge however they managed to round up the Germans and take them
prisoner. They marched them back to their base. Spotting the enemy had probably
prevented many British soldiers from being killed in a surprise attack.
Returning home to Sale in Cheshire George was
invited to a town hall to a cheering crowd and presented with a cheque for £100
and a gold clock. Later he was promoted to the rank of Major and saw service in
the Auxiliary Division of the Royal Irish Constabulary. Little is known about
George’s life after the war. He had a wife and two children. When he was 42 he
was convicted for fraud having asked someone to cash a dodgy cheque for him. Aged
52 he moved to Edgbaston and died in Edgbaston Hospital aged 61 a few weeks
after being “involved in a motor incident” – presumably a car crash.
I had a photograph of the grave and, as usual,
kept a look out for a red wreath. Eventually I found it and though there was a
wreath on grave it was white and green. I did a few
salutes and touched the VC. Ironic stuff - invincible in war
but not on a British road. I threw some bread crusts across a path for
the birds, did a salute to George and left.
Looking looking…
George on the steps of Sale town
hall…