Albert Wyatt


Albert Wyatt
Terry Fleming’s Uncle

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Albert was a keen cricketer and was well known in the local leagues for his bowling. When the army learned of this and his ability to throw a cricket ball long distances he was immediately trained as a Mills bomb thrower.

onleave0033 (2)As a young child I was always asking him what it was like to be in the War, he would not talk about it at all. It was only as old age crept upon him that he started to tell me odd things. He once told me that as a bomb thrower he had to go into “no mans land” in the middle of the night, navigate through his own barbed wire defences and crawl on his stomach towards the German lines. When he was near enough to hear the enemies voices he had to hurl a couple of Mills bombs towards their trenches and then crawl back to his own trench, shouting the password to ensure he was not fired at by his own comrades. He explained how terrifying this was, especially one time when he was crawling back to his trench in total darkness and freezing conditions and he put his hand on something warm. He said he froze in fright, then, gently started to explore the warm object. He eventually realised it was a horse that had been killed in the shelling earlier that day. He told me he was so traumatised he cannot remember how he got back to the safety of his own trench. He also said the rats in the trenches “were as big as cats” and the soldiers used to feed them with scraps and made pets of them. He was one of the lucky ones who survived this war but he was wounded in the back with shrapnel. As it was too dangerous to have it removed, it was there until the day he died. My mother said he was never the same carefree chap he was, when he left for the war.

As a young growing child “Uncle” Albert seemed to be a very sad person, always preoccupied with his private thoughts, very quiet but always kind and gentle towards me. Like many young men returning from this terrible war he had seen many horrific sights and had endured unimaginable hardships, it is no wonder that his personality had changed dramatically.

Before Albert was sent to the front he attended a training course on how to build a trench and when I cleared my mother’s house I found the exercise book in which he had made notes and drawn diagrams. photo-2photo-1photo

At the back of the book, presumably after the war, he had written in pencil “What a difference between these trenches in writing and reading and those in France, be no wars on if they was like the pictures. Albert”. I am sure this sentiment was shared by everyone who endured trench warfare.

The original exhibition display: Albert Wyatt

See also The Army Remount Service and Trench Foot.