Here I am by a small stone measuring about 9" square which
hides as much bravery as it does a pitifully woeful life. There’s not much see
here - a "36" carved into a stone among others in a war section of
the cemetery. Associated with it is a Victoria Cross medal worth about £120,000
which the Royal Highland Fusiliers care for in Scotland. Bit odd as George was
born and died here in Birmingham where I’m stood. The poor lad didn’t even make
it to 50.
Not
much is known about George's early life. He was the fifth child of nine and followed
his dad into working as a wood turner. Aged 26 he married Florence, they had
their first child and he joined the 2nd Battalion of the Royal Scots Fusiliers.
For six years he fought in India and was then sent to fight in South Africa as
the Boer War commenced. On Friday 15th
December 1899 he was part of an massive advance to wreck the Boer defence line
along the Tugela River. Even though 21,000 soldiers were involved in the three
pronged attack there was heavy resistance and both flanks were repulsed. George
was with the soldiers on the left flank helping transport some big guns. As the
troop used horses to escort artillery across the river they found themselves under
very heavy rifle fire. The enemy had waited for the perfect moment to attack from
their trenches on the opposite river bank. Kills here high. George was lucky not
to be killed outright and joined those abandoning the guns and horses for safety.
He
found a sheltered position but broke cover several times to help the injured and
pull back the heavy guns (one was saved.) Most soldiers had been wounded or killed
but somehow he remained alive. Eventually he took a bullet in the shoulder and
had to rest up. Thankfully enough people remained alive to witness George’s
near-suicidal and repeated attempts to help out. Later he was awarded the
Victoria Cross from the Duke of York (later King George V) who was visiting South
Africa.
By
36 he had four children and left the army for civilian life. He should have
stayed though as he suffered hard times financially and became an inmate at
Erdington Workhouse. He ended up in court after not performing his allotted
task at the workhouse and stealing iron (worth 6 shillings) from a metal makers
mill. His defence was that he wasn’t getting a due a pension of £50 per annum
but the hard judge jailed him for a month. Prison meant he had to forfeiture of
his Victoria Cross medal and it was sold at auction in 1908 for £42. Life
worsened and George and his wife (and children) became inmates at the Aston
Union Workhouse. They were so poor that three children were sent to be fostered
in Canada. There were two more children but neither reached their first
birthdays.
Aged
42 George and his wife were living in Chipping Norton in Oxfordshire with two new
children. World War Two commenced and he joined the army again but was discharged
within two years on medical grounds. He died suddenly of a heart attack in
Birmingham aged just 49 leaving his family living in extreme poverty.
I
soon found stone 36 inside a lawn surrounded by well-maintained hedges. It's
difficult to think he was buried with full military honours yet there's no
headstone - poverty I suppose. He was probably put in a cheap coffin despite
the pomp of a military burial. I touched the stone above his bones and thought
what a bedraggled life he’d had. Shortly before he died he heard he should have
given up his VC medal. King George V declared that “even were a VC to be
sentenced to be hanged for murder he should be allowed to wear the VC on the
scaffold”.
I
had a stroll around the small war section of the cemetery and looked at the
other graves marked by numbers. Were they all paupers? Surely they deserve more
than a number I thought. The names relating to the bones are on monument looking
onto them. Thankfully George’s medals returned to army hands and they're now with
Royal Highland Fusiliers Museum in Scotland. I had a coffee and a cheese
sandwich in the car. One grave was bedecked with early daffodils. Perhaps
Spring isn't too far away I thought. I did a salute and left.