This is the boy, Arthur Raymond Peacock, who signed up for the Northamptonshire Reserves on his eighteenth birthday, 6th January, 1909, to serve his King and country.
Certified copy of attestation - joining the Reserves for six years service.
Arthur Edward Raymond Peacock
This is the friend who had fun with his mates.... "we have to go bathing at half-past six in the morning and the waves dash into your face....". played practical jokes and complained of six to a tent "...there's hardly room to move..."
This is the son who wrote home to his Mum and Dad.
..."I can't tell you when we shall come back, I don't think it will last long, but I suppose we shall stop till it is done. Of course there's nothing to bother about.....
... who sent love and kisses to his younger brothers. The reserves were amongst the first to go.
Like so many countless others this young man never came home from the fields in France where the poppies grow.
His were the parents who wept. His was the mother who never again locked the front door ... just in case... in desperate hope that it wasn't him.. her first born son.
These and many like him are the ones we should remember