This is a nice image which has recently surfaced, showing members of HQ Company of the Kings Norton Home Guard – the 27th Warwickshire (Birmingham) Battalion. 1944, unknown location and occasion. (This Battalion's territory also included the Cadbury's factory Home Guard unit).
Here are the names of the men shown in the image, all presumably Kings Norton residents.
27th WARWICKS (H.G.) Bn. H.Q. STAFF 1944
(Seated) Left to Right:
Lt. J. T. Smith, Capt. L. Hunt, Maj. J. Radnor (M.O.), Capt. R. Turner (Adjt.), Lt.-Col. A. Whittaker, Maj. A. F. Ward, Capt. D. G. Clarke (A. &.Q.). Lt. T. Grant-Dixon, Lt. J. N. Hyde.
(Middle Row):
C.S.M. Staples, Sgt. V. A. Ashby, Lt. H. W. W. Gumbley. R.S.M. H. P. Sheasby, Lt. N. Bryan-Jones, S/Sgt. S. S. Jones, Lt. W. E. Steatham, Lt. W. E. Wildridge.
(Back Row):
2/Lt. H. Ward, Lt. R. Richardson, Sgt. S. E. Fletcher, Sgt. C. A. V. Brittain, Cpl. A. Banks, Sgt. H. C. Lucas, Cpl. L. A. Daniels
How nice it would be if someone is recognised........ I'm lucky. I DO recognise one of the faces and the name. Someone whom I knew well, at that time and for a period later. He was Major A. F. Ward, C.O. of the HQ Company (or Bert Ward as he was known: one of my father's closest friends and, like my father, a fervent Home Guard enthusiast). What better excuse is there for a personal memoir?!!! Here it is.
Bert Ward and his family, who included a son, Martin, lived in Middleton Hall Road, Kings Norton. We visited them from time to time, travelling from the other side of Birmingham, often by tram which would run at an exciting speed down the middle of one of the modern dual carriageways. (I loved those journeys - especially if I was allowed on the top deck. But I never achieved my ambition of sitting on one of the open balconies which some of the trams still had).
Bert was a good man and always kind to me. We were in his lounge one Sunday morning. I think he had just come off parade but, whether or not that was the case, his Home Guard rifle was very available and within my reach. Unprompted and definitely uninvited, I picked it up, lay down on the lounge carpet and adopted the correct pose for holding and aiming the weapon which my father had taught me – legs well apart, elbows placed evenly on the floor to provide a firm, steady base as I peered down its length and lined up the sights on a distant china ornament. I suppose I was around seven at the time. Bert complimented me in generous terms on my expertise and, I have to say, I was quite proud of it myself! As I say, he was a kind man.
Possibly on the same occasion – or it might have been another – he demonstrated to my father and me various booby-trap detonators he had in his possession. One was rather like a large bulldog clip which, when the ears were compressed, could be slipped under a door so that, when the latter was moved...... Another was designed to be moored at one end by wire to something static such as a wall, and then, at the other, attached to a door or a piece of equipment or furniture. As soon as the movable object was shifted the two halves of the detonator would be pulled apart and again, disaster for the victim.
Bert, like so many of his generation, was a veteran of the Great War. I don't know where he served, with whom or what rank he held. But I do know that at some stage he was gassed and he survived for the rest of his life (which was regrettably shortened) with lungs which had been seriously damaged by his experience.
I am happy that I knew Bert and that his life overlapped mine, if only for a relatively short period. And I'm especially glad now to remember and be able to honour him for his life and his service which I witnessed so many years ago and of which the image has reminded me ............
Chris
(PS More now online, if anyone is interested).
Source: staffshomeguard and David Morse.