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Key dates over December 1918

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Lives lost on this day: 1

14th December 1918 - General Election

A general election was held in Britain. Women over 30 who fulfilled the property qualifications voted for the first time.

Rolling casualty count:11574

War Front:

2nd Batt: Batt continued the march at 0900 hours along the main road through Amiens and Longpre. Two Coys were billeted in Argouves. Two Coys were billeted in St Sauveur. Col. Badham assumed temporary command of the 100th Brigade. Capt. Hopkins MC took over command of the Batt.

14th Batt: 2Lt CR Webb proceeded to England as Conducting Officer. 2Lt FW Bakewell was attached to CRE, 63rd (RN) Division for duty.

Home Front:

OUR DEAD

Don’t you hear our voices calling Carry on! Come along!

Oh weary’s been the waiting, Come along, Carry on.

Up the long road by Le Cateau,

Past the burnt out ruined chateau,

By the wiped out farm and village

Where the foreman left us dead,

Where the men you left behind you lie

The Worcester lads, who stayed to die,

Within their shallow graves they sigh,

To hear your welcome tread.

Don’t you hear our voices calling Carry on! Come Along!

Oh weary’s been the waiting; Come along, Carry on.

Surely we don’t rank forgotten ones,

We pave the way right up to Mons,

And went out with the twilight

On that blood red autumn day. But weary has our vigil been

Beside our graves, unknown, unseen,

When darkness closed the dreadful scene,

And gun teams rolled away.

Don’t you hear our voices calling Carry on! Come along!

Oh weary’s been the waiting, Come along, Carry on.

Pass us by, the lads are weary

In their wretched prison dreary,

What is left of our old comrades,

In their hunger, filth and pain.

Then march back by Le Cateau,

Past the burnt out ruined chateau,

Skirt the gun pit and the plateau;

We shall never march again.

We shall hear your voices calling Carry on! Come along!

As you tread our graves in passing, Come along, Carry on.

Sing that old song Tipperary,

Or Bonnie Highland Mary

In the same old way we sang it

Four, long, weary years of age.

And then we’ll turn to sleep and rest,

Content to know we did our best,

And hear your gun teams rumble West,

As homeward you will go.

W.H. ATKINS Late Corpl., A Co., 1/8th Worcesters.

Information researched by The Worcestershire World War 100 team