Sunday, 3 August 2014

A short war


Five hundred years ago John Kennington's legacy was one farm at Scartho, Linolnshire, and all thereon and also to Gie(?) Kennington half an acre of barley; that will is the earliest record I know of. We are a family of stewards of land.

One hundred years ago, 5 miles away to the west on the Wolds, his descendant John Kennington's heritage was farming; possibly he expected to enjoy harvesting crops in the late summer, he was wrong.

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever. 

The politicians had other ideas, ideas that did not include Alfred Lord Tennyson's idyllic scenes scribed in 'The Brook'; ideas such as fighting a war, a war we were woefully unprepared for - no uniforms for the 100,000 extra troops (never mind guns of course), in the absence of khaki the war office had bought 500.000 surplus Post Office uniforms to become a well known site - school boys loved them.

So they swarmed up, over the top, and across No Man's Land, only to discover that in warfare things do not work with clock-like accuracy. 15 Officers and 487 men (out of 1000) killed, missing or wounded; it was on this occasion that Lieut.-Col. Kennington, my grandfather, distinguished himself and won the Military Cross. It was to be a short war, almost certainly over by Christmas, that was the populist view 100 years ago but not Field Marshall Lord Kitchener of Khartoum's.


Kitchener agreed to the creation of Battalions formed from men of a common background, of common occupations, professions, sporting associations or even youth groups such as the Boy's Brigade and these Battalions became the 'Pals'. Of around 304 such Battalions, only one chose to become know as the 'Chums', these were the 'Grimsby Chums'. One volunteer was Kennington, John, Serjeant, number 469 of the Lincolnshire Regiment Reserves 5th (also known as the Territorial Army).

Ready to serve

Gazetted! The Grimsby Battalion, The Lincolnshire Regiment, The undermentioned to be temporary Lieutenants: Dated 9th September, 1914. John Kennington; so the nightmare started, The Great War.

Ready to fight for King and Country
The Chums embarked for France on January 4th 1916. They reformed at Le Havre and set off for rest camp before deployment in the Armentiers sector. The section of the line held by the Chums and their 101st Brigade comrades was at La Boiselle. Prior to attack, at 7.28 am a large mine was exploded beneath the German line, the Chums were then to attack at 7.30 am. Unknown to the Battalion, the mine fell short of the German positions and during the 2min gap between the explosion and the "whistle" the enemy had the chance to set the machine guns.


Roll call in the trenches at the front

Several attempts to attack were made with the remnants of the Battalion on the 2nd and 3rd July, but as the roll was called when they were finally withdrawn it read 15 Officers and 487 men ( out of 1000 ) killed, missing or wounded.Here they took part in the great attack on Vimy Ridge on April 9th 1917, with the 34th Division on the right the Highland Division, and in that magnificent fight they reached their objective without any great sacrifice. It was on this occasion that Lieut.-Col. Kennington, then a Major, distinguished himself and won the M.C.


The London Gazette 17 July 1917 Issue: 30188 Page: 7234
Temp. Capt. John Kennington, Line. R, MILITARY CROSS.
For conspicuous gallantry and devotion to duty. He commanded the two leading companies with great skill and courage, setting a splendid example at a time when it was most needed. Later, although badly stunned, after a brief rest, he completed the consolidation of his line.

In the last stage of the attack the Battalion advanced 1600 yards with practically no support, with their flanks "in the air," led by Col. Kennington. For five days they held the position, five terrible days of snow and sleet, with the cold so bitter that 50 men were taken from the trenches suffering from exposure and exhaustion.

A Grimsby Chums grave at The Somme

Most horrible of all the battles on the Western front was the attack on the Passchendaele Ridge in the latter part of 1917, horrible because of the mud and slime through which British soldiers struggled foot by foot. Here again we find "The Chums" attacking at Langemarck, where Major Emerson led them and won his M.C.

SUPPLEMENT TO THE LONDON GAZETTE, 21 JULY,1917 7435
Line. B.
Temp. Capt. J. Kennington to be temp. Maj. 17 Oct. 1916.

SUPPLEMENT TO THE LONDON GAZETTE, 15 JULY, 1918. 8281
War Office, 15th July, 1918. - REGULAR FORCES. INFANTRY (ATTD.).
Line. R. Temp. Maj. J. Kennington, M.C., from a Serv. Bn., to be temp. Maj. 3 June 1918 with seniority 17 Oct. 1916.

SUPPLEMENT TO THE LONDON GAZETTE, 14 DECEMBER, 1918. 14759
INFANTRY. R. War. R.—Temp. Maj. J. Kennington, M:C., Line. R. (attd.), to be actg. Lt.-Col. whilst comdg. a Bn. 21st Aug. 1918.


SUPPLEMENT TO THE LONDON GAZETTE, 1 FEBRUARY, 1919. 1607
T./Maj. John Kennington. M.C., Line. R.,

attd. 1st Bn., R. War. R.
For conspicuous) gallantry and devotion to duty east of Arras, on August 30th, 1918.

When his battalion was assembling for the attack it was heavily shelled, and he was wounded in three places and badly shaken. In spite of this he carried on, launching the attack under most trying conditions, and, owing to his careful organisation and attention to details, bringing it to a successful conclusion. 

His determination and courage had
a stimulating effect on his men.

The above is Grandpa's 'Mention in Dispatches' relating to his Distinguished Service Order (DSO).

Posted lest we forget.

I can't find any mention of leave just promotions and citations in the field, did the chums stay in France for 4 years? I also wonder, looking at the dates of promotion, how many were of the last man standing, though given his later life I suspect they were for his abilities, and whether Grandpa, a farmers boy, ever ran the French earth through his fingers.



Finally some addenda: in the pre-War situation, there were two Territorial Battalions of the Regiment. A territorial battalion was one raised and largely financed by the local County Territorial Committee. The two in existence at August 1914 were the 4th and the 5th. The 4th recruited from the south of the County and the 5th from the north, the recruiting centre being Grimsby.
  http://www.genuki.org.uk/big/eng/LIN/military_linc.html#WWoneFirst published in 1991 and written by the Grimsby Telegraph’s Odd Man’s Week columnist Peter Chapman, here we begin the full serialisation of his book, Grimsby’s Own: The Story of The Chums.
Read more: http://www.grimsbytelegraph.co.uk/Grimsby-s-Story-Chums-Read-serialisation-Peter/story-21661488-detail/story.html#ixzz39KZWfojP

Grimsby Telegraph book link http://issuu.com/grimsbytel/docs/chumspt1?e=0/8676116
The Royal Lincolnshire Regiment was raised on 20 June 1685 as theEarl of Bath's Regiment for its first Colonel, John Granville, 1st Earl of Bath. In 1751, it was numbered like most other Army regiments and named the 10 Regiment of Foot. After the Childers Reforms of 1881, it became the Lincolnshire Regiment after the county where it had been recruiting since 1781. After the Second World War, it was honoured with the name Royal Lincolnshire Regiment, before being amalgamated in 1960 with the Northamptonshire Regiment to form the2nd East Anglian Regiment.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Lincolnshire_Regiment


Battle Honours
Great War: Mons, Le Cateau, Retreat from Mons, Marne 1914, Aisne 1914, '18, La Bassée 1914, Messines 1914, 1917, 1918, Armentières 1914 Ypres 1914, '15, '17, Nonne Bosschen, Neuve Chapelle, Gravenstafel, St. Julien, Frezenberg, Bellewaarde, Aubers, Loos, Somme 1916, '18, Albert 1916, '18, Bazentin, Delville Wood, Pozières, Flers-Courcelette, Morval, Thiepval, Ancre 1916, '18, Arras 1917, '18, Scarpe 1917, '18, Arleux, Pilckem, Langemarck 1917, Menin Road,Polygon Wood, Broodseinde, Poelcappelle, Passchendaele, Cambrai 1917, '18, St. Quentin, Bapaume 1918, Lys, Estaires, Bailleul, Kemmel, Amiens, Drocourt Quéant, Hindenburg Line, Épéhy, Canal du Nord, St. Quentin Canal, Beaurevoir, Selle, Sambre, France and Flanders 1914–18, Suvla, Landing at Suvla, Scimitar Hill, Gallipoli 1915, Egypt 1916,

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

A wanderer is not necessarily lost nor a man alone lonely; remember that when thinking of me.

High points in 2013 included: a lovely Down's Syndrome teenager giving me a most wonderful smile - I'd remembered his piece of rope he likes to trail in the water during his weekly 'sail'; a bunch of excluded teenagers telling me I was a great sports coach because I didn't try to 'teach' them; an Autistic c. 40 year old confiding in me (in a stage whisper) that an Autistic c.25 year old shouldn't be allowed to touch the throttle as he was prone to 'max it' (his words); watching a solo sailor control his dinghy during a championship race... using only a mouth piece; teaching primary school kids to sail (girls more motivated - why?); moving into my own flat after 2 years in recovery care homes and being released from being classed as a vulnerable adult.

Low points were very rare: I got irritated at the national governing body for sailing - the RYA - the one behind the Para Olympics - the one I work for at Bristol Sailability - that a disabled person cannot be an
instructor. My rant did not help as it was eloquently performed to a very senior National Disability Organiser in public so he now ignores me ( I wonder if that's why I failed the course I was on when I dared to point out the contradictions?); I also 'failed' the first 2 job interviews I had - the first I have ever had but I do know why I failed them... HR has invaded care homes and I don't use the correct words but I have now been taught the language & format used by all the Polish, Romanian and Spanish applicants so crossed fingers... sorry, digits..., sorry, phalanxes.
OK, so that's the minimalist annual of a 59 year old feeling his age because he's just had his first free Flu jab! Now for a Tiggerish bounce into 2014... ouch, forgot I'm decrepit Dodo of a pirate, an abb free incorrigible grump in gestation. Galumph.

I'm in between jobs at the moment as the charity I was working for has run out of funds for wages, the trustees are spending money on new rather then maintaining existing so volunteers are trying to look after the 47 boats I maintained though we do have a nice new indoor fitness suite. Enough of that, onto my job hunt. I'm probably going to end up doing a night shift stacking supermarket shelves which would leave my days open for sailing for the disabled here in Bristol (that's the guys I've been working for). The government has allowed me to sign onto the dole which pays my rent, council tax and £70 per week for food & utilities - but sometimes fortune smiles on me, NPower's computer has 'given' me 5 1/2 months free electricity that they can't charge me for, lol and brilliant. Job hunting is extremely web intensive, pity those who do not have a home computer or the skills to use one so my mates who have come from being on the streets are automatically disadvantaged without training which takes months part time as full time is not allowed except for youths which massages the unemployment figures etc. etc. blah, blah and there are other weird conundrums (set rant to simmer).
Weirder still slothfulness is a government requirement to stay on the dole, I found that out when I mentioned to my 'job seeker advisor' that I had started a care workers entry level course. A 5 minute lecture ensued, the gist was 'that shalt not gain qualifications whilst job hunting': "Surely" I replied, " What I do I my own time to improve my chances of getting a job is acceptable?" ... and the gist of the reply was ... "No".
Utterly surreal... perchance political reality... a hidden agenda... whose reality does that fit into?

I admit I do get confused about reality, my reality that is; I've been following a series of articles in the New Scientist (don't worry, I won't go mathematical on you) which philosophise on reality using simple, observable facts to prove hypotheses of what the universe is, Higg's and all. A simple experiment at home with a torch, a white wall and a card with a minute hole in it can demonstrate that light behaves as a wave - the light/dark stripes of the diffraction pattern on the wall - and as a particle - excited atoms in the torch emit photons which can be seen by your eyes. You can go to your local physics lab. (CERN will do) and get them to repeat that experiment with a 'torch' that emits 1 photon at a time, put a 'card' with a 'hole' in it in front of the 'torch' & a whole load of 'cameras' where your eyes should be and hit 'on' but get the lab. to run the experiment before you arrive at the scene to see the result.  Each photon should hit the same spot as there is no interference between waves, there is only 1 photon at a time, but the diffraction pattern will build up, why? The latest thinking is that it does so because 'I', the observer's mind, believe it will (bit egocentric!). Greek philosophers came up with that viewpoint too, that 'I', the observer's Id & Ego, create the 'reality' I experience including the quantum mechanics and mathematics to prove it... by the way the proof is only understood by a very few, and the debate furious, Steven Hawking recently reluctantly accepted this 'empty set' proof though I'm just going to accept I can't even effect my love of ice-cream. 

Prospects of me getting paid employment for the job I want are vanishingly small, so apart from job hunting (repetitive) I keep my mind, which now has 'senior moments', active by involving myself in citizen science - notably the Galaxy Zoo Serengeti Snapshot project. It involves sifting through thousands of shots taken by sensor activated cameras so we (the citizens, about 100,000 of us) can click on empty, empty, empty.. another bloody Wildebeast, empty, empty... etc then WOW, so look at our 'best of' collage then look below at the photo -  when you find her - WOW... I hope.
Happy New Year
PS A salmagundi of my nurture is at https://sites.google.com/site/jkakathepirate/