Joel
served in World War 1 for the Lancashire Fusiliers. He was captured by the
Germans and became a prisoner - but not for long. On Monday 27th May
1918 he escaped and on returning to British territory witnessed bloody carnage
in no-man’s land: dead and dying comrades on the dirt. Under heavy shell and
gunfire he mounted a stray German horse and returned the wounded to safety. He repeated
this nine times with little regard for himself until the horse was killed. Later
this modest man said he only did what any soldier would do.
He returned to
his home town Middleton a celebrated hero. Crowds turned out to the civic
parade. He went on to get married, have three children and run a local pub
called The New Inn. When World War Two started he enlisted to fight but at 58
he was too old and was refused. He died
in 1958 aged 76 and received full military honours at his funeral. His family
in Middleton still have his Victoria Cross medal.
Tucked away in a
corner is the cemetery is the grave of another soldier….just 18, a mere kid…