Harry Ernest Field (1888-1918)

Harry Ernest Field was born to George Henry and Amelia Elizabeth Field (née Gibson) during the first quarter of 1888 in Leeds. George had been born in Nottinghamshire in 1859 and was a plumber by trade. He married Amelia Elizabeth Gibson (b. 1851 in Leeds) on 25th November 1883 at St. Clements’ Church in Sheepscar, Leeds. The Church has since been demolished, probably to make way for the Sheepscar interchange.

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Harry was baptised the same day as his sister, Anne ‘Annie’ Gibson Giddins Field (later Atkinson), on 28th March 1890 at St. Paul’s Church in Shadwell. He and his sister both first appear in the census records in 1891 with their older brother Thomas ‘Tom’ Lindley Ainsworth Field, along with their parents. I was initially unable to find their 1891 census record because, for reasons unknown, their surname was given as ‘Gibson’ rather than ‘Field’, and George Henry was recorded as ‘Frederick’. It may seem like this is a completely different family, but the Head of Household’s (George/Frederick) occupation and place and age match with other records. The first names, ages, and places of birth of his wife and his children also match. I do not know if this was a genuine mistake or a deliberate attempt to mislead people.

He next appears on the 1901 census at the age of 13 and is already working, with his occupation being listed as ‘Errand Boy’. The 1901 census is the first census to feature his youngest sibling, Francis ‘Frank’ Morgan Field age 7, whom I have written about previously. By the 1911 census Harry is listed as a ‘Cabinet Maker’. He is 23, single and has had no children. Though there is a misconception that most people married very young in the past, this is not the case. Men seem to have tended to marry in their late 20s or 30s, women in their early to mid-20s or later. Men would have wanted to get themselves established in a trade, or at least a steady occupation, before marrying as falling on hard times could still mean falling into poverty and ending up in the workhouse. As such, he was probably still in the same occupation at the outbreak of war in August 1914.

Unlike his brother, Harry most probably didn’t join the army in 1914 or 1915 as his medal records show no 1915 Star, the medal that was given to those who served overseas in 1915. He was 26 when war was declared, whereas Frank was 20. The idea of war seemed to appeal most to younger men and often boys who still had a sense of invincibility and immortality. These younger men were also less likely to have families to support or be fully immersed in a career. As Harry and anyone who personally knew him are long gone, we can only guess at his thoughts on the war.

Unlike with his brother Frank, Harry’s service timeline is unclear. This is due to a few factors. The first being that his service records were probably destroyed in bombing during the Second World War. This means that it is unknown when he joined the army and when his unit were posted to France. Frank’s service records were also probably destroyed; however, he was commissioned in 1916 and he had initially joined the Leeds Rifles, which make him easier to track. Harry remained a private for the duration of his service and is therefore not specifically mentioned in any battalion war diaries. This also means that he was not mentioned in the supplements to the London Gazette, which reported commissions, promotions, and deaths of officers. Harry had also not joined a battalion associated with a certain town or city, such as the Leeds Rifles and the Leeds Pals, so there is less information about the general experience of men in his unit. In addition, there is no way of knowing if he joined voluntarily or was conscripted. Unfortunately, lack of records and the complete absence of family stories mean there is not much that we can know for certain about him.

 

What we do know follows. Harry would have joined at the close of 1915 or likely later. He ended up in the 10th Battalion Lancashire Fusiliers with the service number 40279, though he had previously been in the 15th Battalion. According to his military death record he had also been in the Royal Army Service Corps, formerly the Army Service Corps, with the service number 4289. He was killed on 12 October 1918 during an attack on the town of Neuvilly, where he is buried in Neuvilly Communal Cemetery Extension. He was posthumously awarded the British War Medal and Victory Medal and his next of kin was his mother Amelia.

Regarding the day of his death, there was more detail than I expected in the battalion war diary. The amount of information included in a war diary can vary greatly based on the protocols of the unit concerned and the individuals who recorded the information. Consequently, I have more information about the day that Harry died (12th October 1918) than the day that his brother died.

By 12th October 1918, 10th Battalion Lancashire Fusiliers had been in France for over three years having taken part in many battles including The Battle of the Somme, The Battle of Arras, The Battle of Passchendaele, The Battle of Amiens, and The Battle of Cambrai. 833 members of the battalion had died since the start of the war according to the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.

On 12th October 1918 the battalion had orders to attack the town of Neuvilly from the south in support of the Duke of Wellington’s West Yorkshire Regiment (The Dukes) and the Manchester Regiment. The attack began at 05:00 with an artillery barrage. The Dukes seem to have been late in arriving and did not get themselves across to the north side of the river fast enough and, as such, some of their platoons and A & C companies of the 10th Lancashire Fusiliers were caught by the enemy artillery barrage. In addition, there were still machine guns and sniper posts on the south side of the river, which should have been cleared prior to the 10th battalion getting there. The officer commanding A company was wounded at 05:48 whilst clearing these posts in house to house fighting, and a replacement had to be sent from battalion HQ. The rear platoons of The Dukes still hadn’t crossed when their forward platoons came under fire at the railway line, north of the river. During the delay, A and C company of the 10th Lancashire Fusiliers had ‘dug in’ on the south side of the river. B company crossed the river at 06:00 following the Manchester Regiment, which D company was attached to, and had taken 30 prisoners by 08:00.

By 08:30 33 men had been through the Regimental Aid Post. B company was clearing the village, but A and C companies were under heavy machine gun fire and still unable to cross the river. At about 09:00, B company came under machine gun fire and were unable to finish clearing the village. D company was later given orders to clear a factory north east of the railway.

By 12:00, 3 officers and 45 other ranks had been through the Regimental Aid Post. At 12:50 A and C companies were ordered to pass through the village with B company from north to south as enemy forces had re-entered the village via the railway. At 15:00 the enemy launched a strong counter attack following a heavy artillery barrage and forced the Manchester Regiment off the ridge they had been holding. At this point B company was passing through the village as ordered with A and C companies to the north waiting to follow. Half of D company was advancing on the factory, mentioned above, and the other half were near a quarry. The counter attack was stopped, and the enemy forces took many casualties, however they succeeded in retaking the village. A, B, C, and D companies were positioned in the quarry and prevented the enemy from crossing the river.

At 17:00 orders were received from the Manchester Regiment to hold the quarry and bank north of the river. A and C companies began to clear the houses south of the river again to make sure no enemy had managed to get across. They encountered no enemy forces in that area but came under heavy fire from positions north of the river. The companies of the 10th Battalion the Lancashire Fusiliers were relieved by the Sherwood Foresters (Nottingham and Derbyshire Regiment) and the 7th Lincolnshire Regiment during the night.

‘The Battalion went into the line with 20 off. + 558 O.R and came out with 16 off. + 364 O.R.’

In total there were 4 officers and 134 other ranks wounded, 15 other ranks missing, and 33 other ranks killed. The battalion had taken 2 officers and 47 other ranks prisoner.

 

Of the 33 recorded as killed, 19 are buried in the Neuvilly Communal Cemetery Extension as recorded by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, including Private Harry Ernest Field aged 30. This cemetery contains 95 casualties from the First World War and 1 from the Second World War. The 95 casualties from the First World War were all killed between 10th and 27th October 1918. This includes 2 from the Cameronians (Scottish Rifles), 11 from the Dorsetshire Regiment, 2 from the Durham Light Infantry, 4 from the East Yorkshire Regiment, 1 from the King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, 20 from the Lancashire Fusiliers, 2 from the Leicestershire Regiment, 1 from the Lincolnshire Regiment, 2 from the Machine Gun Corps (Infantry), 38 from the Manchester Regiment, 1 from the Middlesex Regiment, 1 from the Royal Engineers, 2 from the Royal Artillery, 7 from the Sherwood Foresters (Notts and Derby Regiment), and 1 from the West Yorkshire Regiment (Prince of Wales’s Own).

The names of the Lancashire Fusiliers casualties are as follows:

5th Battalion –

  • Second Lieutenant Robert Sebastian Stott MC aged 21

10th Battalion –

  • Lance Corporal W. E. Pile aged 34
  • Private H. J. Box aged 24
  • Private H. Carr
  • Private H. Daniels
  • Private G. Dellar aged 33
  • Private T. Ellis aged 25
  • Private Harry Ernest Field aged 30
  • Private F. J. Filkins aged 30
  • Private James Francis Finnigan aged 34
  • Private Thomas Bentley Hand aged 29
  • Private Albert Hart aged 34
  • Private C H Howard
  • Private J H Jenkins
  • Private William Johnson aged 21
  • Private C Kenny
  • Private T Lawton aged 20
  • Private Frank Lester VC aged 22*
  • Private H B Warhusrt
  • Private A Warner

*Private Frank Lester was posthumously awarded the Victoria Cross for his actions on 12th October 1918. It was presented to his mother by King George V. There were also two Military Crosses, one Distinguished Conduct Medal, and three Military Medals awarded to members of the 10th battalion for actions on that day.

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Harry’s effects of £17 and 10 shillings were sent back to his mother, who would have also received his medals. It is often seen as particularly tragic if someone died this close to the end of the war, but, in reality, the effect it had on his family and friends would have been very similar if he had died in October 1914. I can only hope that they got the news quickly and didn’t have suffer through an experience like the family of Wilfred Owen (18th March 1893 – 4th November 1918), receiving a telegram whilst the church bells rang to celebrate Armistice.

 

 

On the first anniversary of his death, his family put a notice in the Yorkshire Evening Post:

‘In proud and loving memory of Harry Ernest Field, 10th Batt. Lancashire Fusiliers, killed in action Oct 12, 1918 – interred at Neuvilly Communal Cemetery, near La Cateau.

-From Mother, Sister, and Brother.’

 

 

‘At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.’

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What is an autistic meltdown?

What is a meltdown?

One aspect of autism that most people are aware of, even if they don’t know the name, is an autistic meltdown. In the media it is typically portrayed by a child, usually a boy, screaming and engaging in behaviours that people associate with tantrums. The first thing to know is that a meltdown is not a tantrum, despite how similar they may look. A tantrum is manipulative behaviour employed by young children in order to get what they want. As soon as they achieve the desired result, the tantrum will stop. Meltdowns are very different. A meltdown is a form of the fight/flight response. Another example of the fight/flight response is a panic attack, or simply becoming nervous before public speaking. As such, a meltdown is not under the control of the individual having one. It is a state of extreme distress that cannot be stopped, only mitigated.

 

What does a meltdown look like?

I am far from the first person to describe what a meltdown looks like, and many others have done a better job of it than I will do here, but I will try my best.

A meltdown differs from individual to individual and is affected by the age and personality of the person affected. For example, a 6-year-old boy’s meltdown will not look the same as a 45-year-old woman’s.

 

What do meltdowns look like in children?

In children, at first glance, a meltdown is likely to look similar to a tantrum. There may be screaming, crying, throwing objects, and running away amongst other things. There are important distinctions though. During a tantrum a child is aware of their environment, they may engage in dramatic behaviour, but they will not hurt themselves. They will also look to the caregiver to make sure they are paying attention, and, as mentioned above, the episode will stop when the child gets the thing they want. During a meltdown a child may not be aware of their environment, they may engage in self injurious behaviour, they are unlikely to look to see if anyone is watching them, and finally the behaviour will not stop if the cause of the meltdown is resolved (e.g. not getting the right brand of juice to drink). As you can see, it is not easy to tell the two apart at first especially if you don’t know the child. There is also the very real possibility that the meltdown will not take this form as all autistics are different. Some people may be wondering why I haven’t used video evidence to show the difference between the two. The answer is that I think it is unethical to record a person in severe distress and put it online without their informed consent. I don’t believe most children are able to grasp the consequences of a video of themselves being broadcast online, so I don’t think they are able to give consent.

So, if you see a child having a meltdown, what should you do?

Hopefully the child’s guardian will be present, however if they are not, attempts should be made to find or contact them. You should not leave the child alone, so you may need to enlist the help of another person. After that you should just keep a safe distance and just make sure that the child doesn’t run off or do anything too dangerous. Trying to restrain the child may make the situation worse and can be dangerous if you do not know safe restraint techniques. So, unless the child is putting their life in danger you shouldn’t try to stop what they are doing.

If you come across a scene in which a caregiver is present either offer help, if appropriate, or keep walking. It isn’t comfortable for the child or the caregiver to be stared at when this is happening. If you see others staring, commenting on the situation, or even filming it, it would be helpful for you to ask them to stop. I’d advocate this approach even in the case of tantrums because it doesn’t benefit anyone.

It is important to remember this when you see a child screaming in a supermarket or on a bus. They may not be having a tantrum and may just be so overwhelmed that their brain cannot cope and are therefore having a meltdown.

 

What do meltdowns look like in adults?

Again, there is the issue of individuality, although it may be more pronounced in adults. As such two people can meltdown in completely different ways. For one person, it may seem to others that they are being an over-emotional ‘drama queen’. For others, they may start stuttering or ticking. Many have similar meltdowns to the ones they had in childhood, but now may have slightly more control. The meltdowns may occur less or more frequently, entirely depending on the individual. The adult meltdown is still a type of the ‘Fight or Flight’ response and there will therefore be physical symptoms; hyperventilation, increased blood pressure, jumpiness, dilated pupils, tunnel vision, shaking, and dry mouth to name a few. However, adult autistics often recognise these symptoms and manage to get to privacy. This is because a meltdown is an intensely exposing loss of control and deep embarrassment can be felt if one is had in public. There is also an aspect of danger of having one in public. People may misinterpret what is happening and become hostile. At worst, in places such as the USA, autistics are afraid of being killed by police or people who feel threatened. As I realise that I haven’t given a very good picture of an adult meltdown I have included a video of myself having one.

Content Warning: Self injurious behaviour from the start.

 

In the video, I am ticcing a lot. This is common in my meltdowns. Every tic is an attempt to suppress an impulse to lash out at my surroundings or myself. As you can see, it doesn’t always work. I cough at times, but I wasn’t ill when I recorded this. The coughing is an effort to get rid of the build up of energy that occurs before a meltdown. This video probably doesn’t look as dramatic as you would think a meltdown should, but it certainly felt a lot worse than it looks. For whatever reason, I have very quiet meltdowns, but they are still meltdowns none-the-less. The price to pay for having a quiet meltdown is usually physical injury.

 

What does a meltdown feel like?

This is a question that many people and it is very difficult to answer. The only real way to describe it is through metaphor, which has  its own pitfalls, however I will do my best. For me, it feels like having restless legs, but in every joint (that is the reason you can see me hyper extending my elbows) . It feels like I am going to explode. In fact, I want to explode and just destroy my surroundings. We’ve all seen the videos of office workers smashing their computers or printers out of frustration. Everyone has experienced a lesser version of that by, for example, slamming a door when angry. There is a build up of frustration, agitation, or anger and then a physical release which usually brings some relief. Now imagine that you cannot release the negative feelings. They are stuck in you at the point just before you would be slamming a door. That’s what a meltdown feels like for me. Here are some descriptions by other autistics about how they experience meltdowns:

15 People on the Autism Spectrum Describe What a Meltdown Feels Like

 

How can you help an adult having a meltdown?

If you do not know the person, the best way to help is by not making it worse. Don’t ask questions. Don’t come too close. Try to keep others away. Try to minimise any sensory input, for example, turning off music or lights in a room.  If you think that they may be a danger to themselves or others you might have to call emergency services. If you know the person it is best to ask them what to do in event of a meltdown when one isn’t happening. Everyone is different, so what works for one individual may make the situation worse for another.

 

I hope this post has been informative. If you have any questions, leave them in the comments.

Francis Morgan Field, 1894 – 1918

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Francis Morgan Field was my grandfather’s uncle, meaning he was my great great uncle. He was born during the first half of 1894 in Dewsbury to George Henry Field, a plumber by trade, and Amelia Elizabeth Field, née Gibson. He had four siblings, one of whom died in childhood, but I have unfortunately been unable to find. His known siblings were Thomas Lindley Ainsworth Field (1885-1960), Harry Ernest Field (1888-1918), and Annie Gibson Field (1889-c.1962) who is my great grandmother.

Francis’ birth is recorded in the England and Wales Birth Index, 1837-1915 in the second quarter of the year in Dewsbury, however he was not christened until 12 February 1899. I cannot find a reason for this, as his two older brothers were baptised a few weeks to months after their birth. The first census record he appears in is the 1901 census. His father is recorded as being 41 years of age and his occupation was a plumber. His mother is recorded as being 49 years of age with no occupation. Thomas, then 15, was a printer’s machine worker, and Harry, 13, as an errand boy. Both Annie, 12, and Francis, 7, had no occupation recorded. The next record we have of Francis is the 1911 census. His father was still a plumber and his mother was still, presumably, a housewife. Thomas, however, was recorded as being a plumber also, and Harry as being a cabinet maker at a furniture factory. Francis, at the age of 17, was a shop assistant. Annie, was listed as a Milliner.

In 1912 Francis’ father died at the age of 52. Unfortunately, at the time this wasn’t at all uncommon in industrial cities like Leeds, where life expectancy for the working class was low. This left Thomas, Harry, and Francis as the main breadwinners of the household. At this point, the European powers were gearing up for war, with a lot of sabre rattling and arms races. For Britain, the outbreak of war came at 23:00 on 4th August 1914. Unlike the other major powers, Britain didn’t practise conscription and, as such, had only a small standing army of around 400,000 men, many of whom were posted overseas at different places in the Empire. Thus, when the remaining force of around half that number, named the British Expeditionary force and later known as ‘The Old Contemptibles’, landed on the continent they faced a German army that was twenty times its size. This led to the famous Kitchener recruitment campaign which used a series of carrot and stick posters in order to increase the size of the army. Francis was 20 years old at the time and was likely caught up in the excitement and yearning for adventure that caused many young men to sign up. Unfortunately, his service records, along with many others, were destroyed by bombing in the Second World War. However, it is likely that he joined The Leeds Rifles (1/7th West Yorkshire Regiment) either at the start of the war or had already been a member. There was another battalion specifically raised for the war recruiting at the time. This was the 15th Battalion of The Prince of Wales’ Own West Yorkshire Regiment, more commonly known as The Leeds Pals. The reason Francis probably didn’t join this battalion is because they were discriminating against the lower classes. They only wanted middle class recruits, such as clerks, so many were turned away. In any case, by the end of August The Leeds Rifles had moved to Strensall, an army barracks that I would be attending 95 years later, and landed in France 15th April 1915.

After his arrival, there aren’t any records specifically pertaining to him until July 1916, so the battalion war diaries have to suffice to get a general idea of where he was and what he may have been doing. Soon after landing the battalion was in the trenches with units being attached to other regiments as support. The first soldier to be killed from this battalion was Rifleman Hitchen on 6th May 1915. Three other followed the proceeding day. There was a steady, but small, stream of casualties throughout May with even fewer in June. The two biggest complaints from then until December were bombardments and rain. The battalion suffered from friendly fire from their own artillery one day. Later in the year the trenches had two feet of water in them and had started to collapse. Although there was frequent enemy bombardment there seem to be very few casualties and surprisingly little damage done to the trenches. That said, the trenches that they relieved other battalions from were often said to be in bad condition anyway. On 19th December the battalion suffered an attack from the enemy. This included one of the first uses of phosgene gas. The gas causes coughing, difficulty breathing, irritation of the throat and eyes, and can lead to death. 85% of gas related fatalities in The First World War were caused by phosgene or diphosgene. The attack was repelled by the battalion, but there are no casualties recorded.

In January 1916 the battalion was conducting training and received their first Lewis machine gun and a few days later the battalion machine gun company was founded. This would have been an important asset for the battalion during trench warfare. On 12 February 1916 the battalion moved into the town of Bouzincourt, near to Thiepval. This would have been Francis’ first brush with Bouzincourt. For the rest of the time between February and July 1916 it was relatively quiet for the battalion with a lot of training taking place in April and May. The battalion did take part in the first day of the Battle of the Somme, but Francis likely wasn’t there.

Having obtained the rank of Lance Serjeant he had been commission to the rank of temporary 2nd Lieutenant. He had clearly had some training prior to this as he is called a ‘cadet’ in the Supplement to the London Gazette 27th July 1916 which records his commission. It is unclear when exactly he joined the 7th Battalion The East Yorkshire Regiment as his medal records (which have survived) state he was discharged to commission in the 14th Battalion the East Yorkshire Regiment on 6th July 1916. The London Gazette states it was the 7th July but does not specify a battalion. During the time I can’t account for which battalion he was in, he had married Beatrice Male sometime between April and the end of August 1917 in Doncaster.

The first time he is mentioned in the battalion war diary is 31st August 1917 in a list of officers of the battalion. This means he would have probably have taken part in the following: The First Battle of Passchendaele, The Second Battle of Passchendaele, and defence against The Spring Offensive or Kaiserschlacht. The First and Second Passchendaele are known for the horrendous conditions that both sides had to operate in. The mud would often swallow men and horses whole. The best way to some up Passchendaele are the lines from the poem from Siegfried Sassoon – I died in hell; (They called it Passchendaele).

By 31st October 1917 Francis Field is listed as being the commander of a company. He was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant, acting Captain on 11th November 1917, and then Lieutenant, acting Captain on 7th January 1918, according to the Supplement to the London Gazette 27th January 1918. During November and December, the battalion was gassed during attacks.

In the spring of 1918 the German forces launched the Kaiserschlacht, or Spring Offensive, as a last-ditch attempt to break through allied lines and nearly succeeded. In late March, The 10th Battalion The West Yorkshire Regiment were occupying posts on Bouzincourt Ridge, between the towns of Bouzincourt and Aveluy, when they were attacked and forced back suffering 15 casualties. The 7th Battalion The East Yorkshire Regiment was to attack and retake the posts. The orders were as follows:

  1. An attack will be carried out tomorrow 31st March on ( Machine gun ) Posts, along West of road running NW + SE to W15a, and on a new trench about 200 yards beyond, running parallel to the road.
    Zero Hour will be notified later.
  2. The East Yorkshire regiment will carry out the attack. Tanks and Artillery will cooperate.
  3. Objectives 1stObjective posts along west side of road running NW + SE in W15a.
    2nd Objective trench about 200 yards beyond and running parallel to road.
    These objectives will be held and consolidated The East Yorkshire Regiment will form up about 500 yards in rear of the Post objective,
    and will attack on a two company front. The two leading companies will capture the first objective,
    The two rear companies will pass through the leading companies and will capture the second objective

    • At ZERO The infantry will advance
    • At ZERO +10 The infantry will reach 1stobjective
    • At ZERO +15 The infantry will reach 2nd

(Thanks for the supply of these orders go to user staffman of The Great War Forum, whose grandfather, Corporal John Thomas Ellis was killed in the attack)

 

Edward Wyrall, in the book ‘The East Yorkshire Regiment in The Great War 1914 – 1918’, says of the attack:

‘Zero hour for the attack was to be 5.30 a.m. on 31st. Four light tanks and the artillery were to co-operate and 12 Lewis guns from the Tank Corps were sent to strengthen the line.

In a heavy rain the East Yorkshires moved forward to attack and reached their objective: they were subjected to heavy machine-gun fire from the Briquetiere and buildings near Albert as well as from behind the posts. Nevertheless, they gained their objective. The tanks were not much use: one failed to start owing to engine trouble, the Hotchkiss gun of another jammed, and one of the remaining two was damaged and had to be temporarily abandoned. The East Yorkshires gallantly held on to the recaptured ground for some time, but the troops on either flank were held up and finally the 7th Battalion was compelled to fall back to its original line. At nightfall they were relieved by troops of the 52nd Brigade and moved back to billets in Henencourt, arriving at 1 a.m. on 1st April.’

 

The 31st had been Easter Sunday. By Easter Monday the battalion had suffered 419 casualties, 19 officers and 400 other ranks.

There were 6 officers killed, all of whom are commemorated on The Arras Memorial:

 

Acting Cpt. Francis Morgan Field

Lt. Reginald Noel Watkins

2nd Lt. Harry Liddall Bambridge MC

2nd Lt. Harold Leslie Cooper

2nd Lt. Albert Lightley

2nd Lt. Ernest Groves – Arras Memorial

 

The other ranks commemorated on The Arras Memorial are as follows:

 

C/Sjt. Arthur Hodgson

Sjt. Henry E. Dawson

Sjt. John W. Fearnley

Sjt. John Thomas Holmes

Sjt. Robert J. Trainer

Cpl. Walter Carpenter

L/Cpl. William F. Hawksworth

L/Cpl. Harry Keighley

L/Cpl. Claude Henry Wakem Parsons

Pvt. Moss Atkinson

Pvt. Henry Bell

Pvt. John Edward Bulliment

Pvt. Joseph Chisholm

Pvt. Thomas Clarke

Pvt. Robert E. Cressey

Pvt. Charles E. Dalton

Pvt. Albert Don

Pvt. William Foster 8761

Pvt. William Foster 29524

Pvt. Frederick Freeman

Pvt. Charles Gailes

Pvt. Cyril J. Harvey

Pvt. William Haynes

Pvt. Algy Helmer

Pvt. Francis T. P. Henderson

Pvt. James Herron

Pvt. Robert Victor Jarvis

Pvt. Alfred F. Johnson

Pvt. Joseph Maddock

Pvt. Ernest F. Maule

Pvt. Herbert Noble

Pvt. Harold T. Plews

Pvt. John F. Reynard

Pvt. George Aldron Rhind

Pvt. Edward Roxbrough

Pvt. Charles Rust

Pvt. Cecil Ivor Smith

Pvt. Arthur Spencer

Pvt. Charles F. Swaby

Pvt. Alexander Watson

Pvt. Reuben Watson

Pvt. Frederick White

Pvt. James William Wiles (E Coy.)

Pvt. William Lewis Williams

Pvt. George E. Wilson

 

Those commemorated on The Arras Memorial have no known grave site. Most of the rest of the dead were buried very near to where they died, after the ground had been retaken later in 1918, in Bouzincourt Ridge Cemetery. Members of The 7th Battalion who died on 31st March 1918 buried there are:

 

Sjt. J. S. Botham

Sjt. A. Todd MM

Cpl. John Thomas Ellis

L/Cpl. W. F. Ellis

L/Cpl. Thomas Foster Nevins

Pvt. Edwin Archer

Pvt. Ernest Brownlee

Pvt. Jesse Francis Carter

Pvt. H. Foxton

Pvt. Maurice Freedman

Pvt. H. S. H. Fuller

Pvt. Robert Douglas Goodfellow

Pvt. George Elliot Gray

Pvt. J. C. Hunt

Pvt. R. Laws

Pvt. John William Lawson

Pvt. T. Lovern

Pvt. H. Martin

Pvt. H. Mosley

Pvt. J. McLoughlin

Pvt. T. P. Partington

Pvt. F. Pickering

Pvt. F. Richardson

Pvt. A. S. Robinson

Pvt. J. W. Rose

Pvt. S. Rylatt

Pvt. C. Simpson

Pvt. M. Sisson

Pvt. J. Taylor

Pvt. Stanley Tinker

Pvt. Lawrence Crawford Young

 

Out of the 709 graves at The Bouzincourt Ridge Cemetery, 313 are of unknown soldiers. It is likely that some of those above commemorated on The Arras Memorial are buried here.

 

There is one more possible casualty buried at Doullens Communal Cemetery Extension No.1, he is:

Pvt. Samuel George Lee

 

This puts the death toll for The 7th Battalion’s attack on Bouzincourt Ridge on 31st March 1918 at 84. Captain Francis Morgan Field was not yet 24 years old.

I wish I could tell you more about Francis. I wish I could pass on family stories about him and his exploits but unfortunately that is impossible. The last family to have known these stories died in the early 1960s. They were his eldest brother, Thomas Lindley Ainsworth Field, and my great grandmother Annie Gibson Atkinson née Field. I do not blame them for not passing the memory of their brother down. As mentioned above, their father died in 1912. Then in 1918 they lost their two other brothers Francis, who I have written about here, and Harry, who I will write about later on in the year. In 1924 Annie married Norman Limbert Atkinson, who was 44 and a tailor’s cutter. Their first son, Ronald Field Atkinson was born in 1928 (d. 2005). The following year came with mixed blessings. Another son, John Norman Atkinson, my grandpa, was born on 30th December 1929. However, Annie and Thomas’ mother had also died that December at the age of 78. 1930 brought more tragedy as Annie’s husband, Norman Atkinson, died at the age of 50 in December. Following this Annie had to work hard as a single mother in the 30s and 40s to feed and clothe her children. Thomas, who never married, became like a father figure to the boys and left a lasting impressing on my grandfather. Ultimately, I believe that the grief was too great for Annie to pass any happy memories onto her children. She was probably too busy to take time to mourn for her family and, having been brought up in late Victorian Britain, may have thought it improper to show such raw emotion. As a result, Francis was forgotten for over 50 years until I discovered his death records a few years ago.

 

As I end this piece, I ask you to think of Francis and the other men of The 7th Battalion The East Yorkshire Regiment who died this day 100 years ago on Easter Sunday. I won’t ask for gratitude for a sacrifice because the First World War was not a sacrifice for the greater good. It was a slaughter of young men, many of whom would have been similar ages to yourselves or your children. I will instead ask that you pass the memories of your relatives down to the next generations so that they may live on in spirit, and to never forget the horror that is war.

 

‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’

 

 

Dedicated to Francis Morgan Field (1894-1918), John Norman Atkinson (1929-2005), and Maureen Carole Atkinson, née Booth (1937-2016).

When to Fight and When to Retreat

An Autistic’s Take on Autistic Burnout

 

Living as an autistic can be difficult. You’d be hard pushed to find an autistic that doesn’t feel this way. As an autistic, wider society can seem like a battlefield, like a war. The autistic is constantly barraged by intense sensory information that is not felt by non-autistic people. There is a secret fight in every conversation we are uncomfortably conscripted into, edging through it like a mine-field, planning your next verbalisation as a chess player would his next move. Strategising. This is the fight to look ‘normal’. Whether drummed into us in therapy or gleaned from every sneer or condescending look or comment we are taught that we must act normal, but there comes a point where this is no longer possible. We pull on our armour – ear plugs, sun glasses and compression material and try to tough it out, but there comes a point when the sound of the traffic is too loud,  when you run out of your regularly deployed scripts for conversation. When you are revealed as an imposter, as a spy in the camp. This rarely ends well. When the barrage becomes too much, too loud, too often, you crack. The meltdown. Your strictly disciplined façade is ripped off and you are exposed, raw. You want to tear at something, everything, anything. To charge into no-man’s land with nothing but your fists. Some of us, sometimes, can stop ourselves and instead force ourselves to stay below the parapet writhing in agony on the cold uncomfortable ground. But there are those who cannot and return exhausted, bloody and shuddering, or do not return at all… The survivors, still filled with adrenaline, drag themselves from the mud, take a large gulp of air, replace their masks and brace for another onslaught.

Meltdowns are nothing new to most autistics. They’ve fought that battle many times and pick themselves up every time. Nearly every time. When the barrage has become too fierce for too long, when it penetrates your armour, sometimes we don’t get up. Sometimes we are still cowering in the mud for days, weeks, months at a time. Then a decision must be made. Whether to retreat or to stand your ground. To stand your ground means to take these barrages at an increasing rate, fighting the meltdown almost constantly, in the hope that maybe, this time, this day, it will stop. You’ve stood your ground before but this time might be different, this time it might end you. To retreat, to pull oneself from the fray even to just a short distance may give you the respite you so desperately need. Maybe retreat could be seen as a tactical movement to the rear, to rebuild energy for a return to the fight. Maybe. But sometimes the barrage keeps creeping slowly forward, consuming your normality as it passes. Then it becomes an all-out sprint backwards. A fumbling, stumbling surge back and back and back until you are crawling, until you can go no further. It leaves you far from the frontlines, far from the barrage, but trapped. Burnout. Trapped in a paralysis which no doctor can say how to treat, how long it will last, if you’ll ever move again. A paralysis, a coma but a desperately needed one. You wait stuck, paused in time until the paralysis passes, until you can feel sunlight on your face, until the wounds heal enough to release you from your bonds.

Eventually you advance again. Retaking ground lost in the retreat, sometimes all, sometimes some, sometimes very little and with no guarantee that you will ever reach the line that you once braved. Often, you are left with scars, some small and barely noticeable, some gaping wounds which are tacked together with improvised bandages. On the advance back an autistic watches as those who stood their ground pass. Some run wildly as you did, some dragged back screaming, some wide eyed, vacant on stretchers. You pause, thinking of joining them in their movement backwards, but a hand on your shoulder pushes you forward. The hand belongs to one who has advanced again with you. You hear calling from the line you left, words of support encouraging you forwards. The autistic steels themself and begins to push forward again. On the way you meet people just like you advancing at different speeds despite the increasing noise of the barrage. Some at a limping, dragging speed, some running double-time. Some are resting, just for a little while they say, sometimes you join them. You do not know if you’ll ever reach the line again, but you sure as hell won’t stop trying. You may not be able to battle as you did in the past, you may never be able to, but this is not waving the white flag. This is not yet surrender.

Emma Paley

 

*Note: this post is not about fighting autism itself.