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A/Cpl William Humphrey Morris
British Army Royal Engineers
Pte. William Morris
British Army 1st Battalion. D Coy. Gordon Highlanders
from:9 Elms Road, Burton upon Trent
(d.26th September 1917)
William Morris was born in 1891 to William Samuel Morris and Elizabeth Birchall Morris (nee Booth}. His brother Harold George Morris was born in 1894 and served with 1st Bucks Battalion, Oxford and Bucks Light Infantry. Harold was killed on 19th August 1917.
The brothers were both killed at the 3rd Battle of Ypres, Passchaendale, and their names are remembered with honour on the Tyne Cot Memorial as their bodies were never found. They were my great uncles on my mothers side of the family. They are remembered with pride and sadness.
Pte. Frederick Triggs Morrish
British Army 8th Btn. Devonshire Regiment
from:Exeter
(d.9th May 1917)
Private Frederick Morrish served with the 8th Battalion, Devonshire Regiment.
Capt. Alexander Morrison
Cameron Highlanders
(d.25th Sep 1915)
Alexander Morrison died in 1915, killed in action in the Battle of Loos
Pte. Alexander Morrison
British Army 6th Btn. Gordon Highlanders
from:Cullyblean, Tullynessle, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
(d.4th June 1915)
My Dad, George Wm Morrison over the years has often spoken of an uncle he never met as this uncle, affectionately known as Sandy, went off to war and died in action as a young man about 9 years prior to Dad's birth. With age Dad speaks of all his uncles and recollects those he had fond memories as a child, teen or as a grown man. Sandy still gets honourable mention by my Dad who is 91 years of age. I have a photo of a young Gordon Highlander soldier but were unsure who he wass ...one of two possible relatives. Today I searched the Internet for uniform info and service records. So happy to find my Great Uncle Alexander Morrison. May he rest in peace knowing I admire the photo and his courage.
Pte. Archibald James Shanks Morrison
British Army 2nd Btn. King's Own Scottish Borderers
from:Whithorn, Wigtonshire
(d.23rd May 1918)
Jimmy Morrison served with the 2nd Battalion, King's Own Scottish Borderers.
Pte. C. Morrison
British Army British West Indies Regiment
(d.13th April 1916)
Private Morrison was 22 when he died and is buried in the Somerset Military Burial Grounds in Bermuda, Grave 22.
Pte. Charles Henry Morrison
British Army 17th Battalion Rifle Brigade
from:London
Charles Henry Morrison was my Grandfather, he died in 1921 and his name is on the monument at the East London Cemetery, he was a rifleman, enlisted from Poplar and Stepney men. He enlisted in WW1 but it is difficult to trace his movements as most ww1 papers got destroyed in the blitz.
When Charles died in the Fulham Military Hopital he left a young widow and five young children, he was only 32. My Grandmother recieved ten shillings a week as a war widow, there was no income support back then, she was evicted from a flat in Limehouse and the family went from room to room, my mother Emma had no shoes to wear. She had a young brother also named Charles and he had been born an imbecile, my grandmother had no choice but to take him to a children's mental institution, the hospital was St Lawrence's at Caterham, he was only 5. There were to be no visitors for Charles as the family were desperately poor, imagine that child with no visitors until he died at the age of 24 from TB. He is buried in the unapt name of Happy Valley a golf course laid in the grounds of the hospital. I did trace Charles Junior and laid flowers on the mound where he is buried with dozens of other inmates, who died from TB. Charles therefore was a victim of the war as well as my grandfather.
Charles Senior had another 2 sons who fought for Great Britain in WW2, both came home safe, but Uncle Tommy was blown up at Albert Docks while unloading food for London, and a further cousin Danny died at Dunkirk. I am 70 years of age but I never forget the courage and the sadness that arose from WW1 and WW2. I honour all the brave men that gave their lives for this country of ours.
Rfn. Charles Henry Morrison
British Army 17th Btn. London Regiment
from:Stepney, London
My Grandfather was Charles Henry Morrison and he enlisted with the 17th Battalion as Rifleman, Service Number 4466. We do know he had shrapnel wounds from which he later died but never found out if he served abroad. He died in 1921 from a lung disease and he left a widow with 5 children. My Grandmother received just 10 shillings per week. She soon lost her home in James Place, Stepney and all the family slept on the floors of relative's homes. They knew real poverty living on what was found under the fruit and vegetable stalls in local East End markets. They had no shoes to wear at all. In time the children went to work at the ages of 13 so their lives improved a little. However one son named after Charles was born 'an imbecile' a very unkind phrase used in the 1918 when he was born. When his father died in 1921 he was sent to St Lawrence's in Surrey a home for imbeciles, he died there in 1943 from Tuberculosis. He was buried in a mound along with 100's who died from the epidemic. Charles Junior was another casualty of WW1.
I do know my Grandfather is listed on the Wall Screen at the East London Cemetery and he is actually buried underneath the wall because the family could not afford to bury him. So his name liveth for evermore along with high ranking Officers also buried with him.
WW1 was a terrible war that should have taught us all a lesson, but along came WW2 and the Morrison family were once again engaged in war as two of Charle's sons joined the Army and were engaged in battles in Africa. One Uncle was buried with a military salute at Colchester Barracks. So many sad family stories emerged from both these wars.
Pte. Dan Archie Morrison
Canadian Overseas Expeditionary Force D Coy. South Saskatchewan Regiment
Sgt. Francis Alfred Morrison MSM
British Army 110th Field Ambulance Royal Army Medical Corps
from:Moycullen, Co. Galway, Ireland
Frank Morrison served with 110th Field Ambulance, Royal Army Medical Corps in 36th Division.
Lt. George Wright Morrison
Royal Navy HMS Roxburgh
George Morrison joined HMS Roxburgh on 22nd of April 1916. On 20th of Feb 1923, he was placed on the retired list at his own request and promoted to Lieutenant Commander. On 7th of May 1924 he was promoted to Commander.
Pte. Hugh Morrison
British Army 6th Btn. East Lancashire Regiment
(d.25th Mar 1918)
Pte. J. Morrison
British Army 10th Btn. Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers
(d.1st Jul 1916)
Pte. J. Morrison
British Army 24th (Tyneside Irish) Battalion Northumberland Fusiliers
J Morrison was discharged in 1914due to Dropsy
Pte. J. Morrison
British Army 3rd Btn. Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers
Private Morrison was transferred to (669811) Labour Corps.
He was 32 when he died on the 29th March 1920 and is buried north of the north east door of the Kilkenny (St. Mary) Church of Ireland Churchyard, Kilkenny, Ireland.
Gnr. James Morrison
British Army Argyll Mountain Battery Royal Garrison Artillery
from:Campbeltown, Argyll, Scotland
(d.30th September 1918)
James Morrison was my great uncle, he was returning to fight at Gallipoli after home leave and died of influenza in the great epidemic, aged 24. I would love to know more about him and his unit.
Gnr. James Morrison
British Army 4th Argyll Mountain Bty. Royal Garrison Artillery
from:Campbeltown, Argyll Scotland
(d.30th September 1918)
Cpl. John George Morrison
British Army 1st Btn. Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers
from:Newcastle upon Tyne
(d.22nd May 1918)
My grandfather John Morrison joined the 1st Battalion, Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers during 1914 and died on 22nd of May 1918 whilst fighting with the Fifth Army. He has no known grave but is remembered on The Pozieres Memorial, Somme, France.
Nurse. Margaret Henderson Morrison
Scottish Womens Hospital
Margaret Morrison was married to 2Lt. Frederick Charles Corley on the 17th February 1917 in Helensburgh at the West United Free Church of Scotland. She was widowed when her husband was killed in action on the 12th of April 1918.
Maj. Richard Fielding Morrison MC, MID.
British Army 51st Brigade Royal Field Artillery
from:Ballybrack, Co.Dublin
(d.25th April 1918)
Major Richard Fielding Morrison M.C. & bar, was twice mentioned in despatches, He Commanded "D" Battery, 51st Brigade, R.F.A. and fell in action, at Vierstraat, Belgium, aged 27.
Capt. Richard Fielding Morrison MC, MID.
British Army 51st Brigade. D Bty. Royal Field Artillery
from:DeanĆ¢ā‚¬ā„¢s Grange, Co. Dublin
(d.25th April 1918)
Acting Major Richard Fielding Morrison M.C. & bar, served with D Battery, 51st Bde. RFA. He was born on the 30th April, 1890. He fell in action near Vierstraat, Belgium 25th April. Twice mentioned in despatches. He rests in the Military Cemetery at Haringhe nr Proven, Belgium.
2nd Lt. Robert James Morrison
British Army 11th Mountain Battery Royal Garrison Artillery Royal Garris
Sgt. Robert George Morrison MM
British Army 9th Btn. Cameronians (Scottish Rifles)
from:Glasgow
Pte. Stuart Morrison
British Army 3/14th (3rd Scottish) Battalion London Regiment
from:London
My grandmother, Doris Maude Sinclair married Stuart Morrison on 23rd of July 1915. Stuart was killed in action at the end of 1915. His Father was William Henry Morrison, who worked at Woolwich Arsenal.
Cpl. Thomas David Morrison
British Army 7th Battalion Norfolk Regiment
from:Fulham Londom
(d.22nd August 1918 )
Thomas Morrison of 7th Battalion, Norfolk Regiment went missing in action on the 22nd of August 1918.
William Elias Morrison
British Army 15th (1st Birkenhead) Battalion Cheshire Regiment
from:Bootle,
From letters from my Grandad, Billy Morrison:
At outbreak of war, I was working with my dad and had made pals with a lad named Johnson. Early in January 1915, one Monday, we took half day off and went to join the Navy. We both passed tests and doctor, but when they got to know our ages, we had to get our Dads to sign a form. My dad put it on the fire, but my pal's dad signed his, which was his death warrant, as he went down with the destroyer Hampshire, with Lord Kitchener. Not to be done on the Friday, I went to the Army office and joined (Bob's Own) Lord Robert's Bantams Cheshire Regiment, which I was with from January 1915 until 1919 when I was invalided out of the war with gas.
1915 was spent training more or less until one night the commanding officer came and told me to sound or blow the alarm to Arms at twelve o'clock at night and at the time we were in the Indian Barracks, Salisbury Plain. We handed in our Indian kit and were on the Monas Queen for France.
Well, we landed at Le Havre, stayed the night in tents at Havre Fleurs then entertained in cattle trucks for four hours. I travelled with the Commanding Officer's party as I was C.O.'s Bugler and no one was allowed to leave train until I sounded it on the bugle. Now this is the start of my service in France. Next will be going up into the line. I carried the silver bugle until it was stolen when I was gassed I sounded the charge on it in the front line in France.
We did our training on Salisbury Plain, then one night at midnight I had orders to sound the alarm to arms. At 9 o'clock the next morning, we were on our way to France. That was December 1915. We were held up at Southhampton for German subs in channel. When the word came, we left England on a four and 1/2 hour voyage down channel to Le Havre. It was dark when we got there so disembarked when it was light. We had to march up a steep hill to spend the night in transit camp at Havre Fleurs. There we handed our pith helmets in and our tropical clothing as we were going to the Far East, which was cancelled, and we were given other clothing for trenches and that is the beginning of our tour of France and Belgium.
During the first war the British soldier's boy was it a day of which he was compelled to allot sixpence a day to his wife or parents towards the small allowance from the government. For this we went through fire mail and gunfire for the preservation of the homeland to help France and Belgium against the Kaisers German Army.
To carry on from Givenchy and Festubert we went along the La Bassee front. We started at Lavantee which was very quiet, hardly any gun fire, then we went to Richberg in the same front here we were lucky we had the Bavarians against us. The German Regiment did not want to fight. They put up posters, "we don't want war, nor do you. If you don't fire, we won't fire," so we had a good two weeks.
Next we went in the line at Amentieres for what was left of it. There was a few aviatians in the place behind the line. These would do their best to help us and when we went back, they treated us well, giving us hot coffee with rum in it as it was full winter and this was the place that the song "Mademoiselle from Amentieres, Parlez Vous" came from.
Next we moved up to Nueve Chapelle, here it was more lively. We had a mock attack three minutes heavy artillery, three minutes light, three minutes trench mortar and rifle grenades then three minutes fire. Well this ended with the Germans getting the wind up they thought we were attacking and came out of the trenches to meet us. When we let go with all we had, that was the end of that. Jerry fell back so we took their trenches over. After this action, we came out of time for a rest and fell back to a town called Baileil. This place had not been hit by Jerry so we had it easy for a month.
Then we went up to Belgium and went into the front lines at Arras. The line here was like a horse shoe, we were in the toe of it we could see the French guns firing on the left and on the right side of the horseshoe, the Canadians and Aussies were in the line there was only one way out of the horseshoe for us. After fourteen days here we were to be released, but it was on the fortieth night that the Royal Scots took over from us as the division that should have taken over was still in England and was known as the lost division, John Bulls Division. We spent three weeks with the Gurkhas and Bengal Lancers at a place called Hazelbrouck.
From there we all moved to the Somme, ready for the attack on the first of July 1916, we were in Blightswood, the others were in Happy Valley waiting for the word to go forward. We were the third line of infantry to attack we had the Gurkhas and support of the Lancers when we attacked we went through what was termed Death Valley. You could not see the Gurkhas, they went along in front of trenches. You did not know they were there only from the rustles now and again.
We advanced through Devil's Wood then to through Trones Wood and when we got in front of Trones Wood, there were Canadian, Scottish and German standing with their bayonets facing each other petrified by gas. Well, this was nearing my first term of the Somme. We were facing the Germans fortifications at Guillemont when Sergeant Major Barker asked me to go help the stretcher bearers to dress the wounded in no-man's land while the stretcher bearers brought them in I had been put there for hours. When I was told to go in, I went back and the S.M. said sit here, I have been there all the time so is ok, he was making a drink of tea. The date was 12th July, 1916. That cup of tea I never got because as I sat there I was wounded with gunshot from a shell. They took me down the hill and I was lying on side of road on stretcher for several hours waiting my turn for ambulance. Now you know why I always remember the twelve of July, Orangeman's day. I was taken to field hospital, got treatment and was placed on train for boat, but we were diverted going to action in Channel. I went to hospital Rouen where I was operated on and they took the shrapnel out of my knee within a few weeks I was sent to train at Etaples on a stick.
In the first days on the Somme we were listing a thousand men a day wounded and killed. It was a thing that has never happened before the guns were wheel to wheel. There was a lot of men with shell shock. Well, after a few weeks, I was sent back to battalion, still on a stick. When the doctor saw me he said "Who sent you back like that?" He just put another label on me and sent me back until I was fit for line.
After a while, I went back to the front. The battalion was in Posherdale with the Canadians. This is where we attacked the ridge supported by tanks and this is where the tanks got their motto (through the mud, through the blood to the green hills beyond). After this we went into Vimy Ridge where we had it rough. This brought up to Xmas 1916 where we were in the trenches at Mossiny. It was a bad winter, plenty of snow. We were issued each sheepskin coats to keep us warm and gloves on tape to go round your neck. It was hard that we got an old phonograph with records. Being Xmas the officer told Jim Whitely, me, and Tom Delaney to go with him in no man's land with the gramaphone for a bit of sport. We went at midnight and the last record Jerry did not like he opened fire on us and the officer was badly wounded. Jim Whitely went in for stretcher. Tom and I stayed with him. I dressed him and put tournique on his leg then when Jim came back, we put him on stretcher and took him in. The stretcher bearers took over and for that episode, Jim got the military medal. Tom and I got nothing. We came out of there and went to school camp by Poperinge for our Xmas dinner and rest before going into the Ypres sector. We are now going to 1917.
At this time, those at home were working all out on munitions and comforts for us lads at the front. Your nan was working at the British American Tobacco camp making cigs which we had an allowance of twenty a week free.
Back to school camp, this was in Belgium and as I have already said, it was very cold, plenty of snow. We were billeted to some old tin huts with a stove in the middle with nothing to burn so we went out and cut a few trees down but we were fired on by a Froggy with a shot gun. Lucky none of us were hit. We got the wood and put it under the boards of the hut. Next day an officer came round with the French farmer looking for his trees, but went back empty handed.
From here we moved to Elverdinghe behind Nieuport Bains, which is opposite Ostend. It was while here that Jerry dropped a bomb on Brigade headquarters which was a chattico (?) the rules were if enemy planes overhead the guard would blow one blast on whistle and I had to blow lights out on bugle. It did seem funny as the brigade headquarters was blazing and I had to sound fire alarm.
By the way, the bugle I carried was a silver one presented to me in England. I sounded the charge on it at Neuve Chapelle, but it was stolen in 1918 when I was gassed. After we left for Dirty Bucket Corner on our way to up to take the trench over from the Belgians when we got there was no one in the line, but Jerry and Belgians were each side of river washing and talking to each other. We got orders to open fire on them. They soon came back.
It was pretty quiet here and after a month we came out then started the retreat in 1917. We went to Theipval, then in July 1917 I was told to pack up for base. I was taken by lorry to advance post from there entrained for Calais. This was it, I was on my way home on ten days leave after two years in the trenches. We stayed overnight at rest camp. Next morning, we were on the boat for England and what a welcome we got at Dover. There was tea, chocs, in fact anything we wanted as it was a leave boat from France. I sent word to my good friend, your nan, that I would be home at a certain time and I surprised my mum when I walked in as I had not let her know when I would get home. I was having my tea with a curler in my quiff when your nan came and after my dad came home, we went down to see her mum and dad, your great nan and grandad, and what a fuss they made of me. Anybody could tell I was on leave for each years service in France and the gold wound stripe under the service stripe on my right arm. Every where I went, people were wishing me well. Of course, I had a lot of visiting to do. My dad said they wanted to see me at the works, so I had to set a day for going there anyway. They made a fuss of me and my mates dad said they were all proud of me and wished me lots of luck when I went back to the trenches.
Pte. William Harey Morrison
Australian Imperial Force 2nd Pioneer Battalion
from:Brisbane
My great uncle, William Harvey Morrison came to Australia in 1911 from Balfron, near Glasgow. He loved the country and when war was declared, enlisted at Brisbane, Queensland on 11th Aug 1915 at the age of 30. Originally in 8th reinforcements, 25th Battalion, he was transferred to 2nd Pioneer Battn and via Egypt in 1916 he saw action in France until the end of the war. For a time, he was batman to Captain Archibald Niven Sinclair in C Company, who was killed in 1917 and is buried in Menin Road South Military Cemetery. Uncle Willie returned to Balfron and married Elizabeth Fraser in 1919 and again travelled to Australia with his pregnant bride in 1920.
Pte. Frederick Walter Morriss
British Army Royal Army Medical Corps.
from:Hitchin, Hertfordshire
Walter Morris as he was known, was a baker like his father, which probably explains why he served as a cook. I have no other information about where he served other than France, shown on the Medal Role Index Card. He signed up 22/12/1914 and was demobbed on 22/02/1919.
Pte. James Morrissey
British Army 3rd Btn. Irish Guards
from:Ballymacarbry, Co. Waterford
(d.2nd June 1918)
Private Morrissey was the son of Mrs M. Morrissey of Castlequarter, Ballymacarbry, Co. Waterford.
He is buried about the centre of the Kilcreggane Graveyard, Kilgoran, Co. Waterford, Ireland.
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