'When
you go home, tell them of us and say
For
their tomorrow, we gave our today' – is one ot four epitaphs
penned by classics scholar John Maxwell Edmonds which appeared in an
article for the Times newspaper in February 1918.
Writing
for the Guardian, art critic Jonathan Jones recently expressed his
views on the art installation of nearly 900,000 ceramic poppies at
the Tower of London – his right, his job. How sad to have used the
artwork for political comment, how churlish to have patronised four
million visitors and how clever to miss the point. I am no art
critic, but red poppies - ceramic, paper or natural are the symbol of
remembrance. But poppies
are apparently not brutal enough for Jonathan who would prefer to see
barbed wire and bones, 'gory vile and terrible to see'.
Perhaps he ought to have a go at that for next year – good luck
with it – the components would most likely be woven around the word 'sorry' -
on behalf of the rest of us poor nationalistic fools.
It
seems from various 'vox pops' that people who have flocked to see the
poppy installation have drawn their own interpretations of 'Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red', just as they should. If they happened to bring to mind the image of a young soldier, or a forebear's name, then it
is likely there followed some emotion reflecting that the person had been
killed in a bloody war. The sentiment that their death may have been
futile in the scheme of things may also have occurred. Trite
perhaps, but 'job done' as they say.
Did those who lost their lives
in war do so to allow patronising folks like Mr Jones to look down
his snooty nose at the rest of us?
As
you will be aware this website is a vehicle for remembrance. I hope
that the stories of the various young people here, for the most part
now long dead, do them justice and cause us to spare them a thought.
Lilian Noble, passed away on 3rd July 2011. |
Lilian
Noble used to plant two poppies on the Field of Remembrance every
year – one each for Jimmie Ives and Allan Clifford.
Five
weeks after last hearing from Jimmie Lilian gave him a nudge:-
82
Saltram Crest,
Maida
Hill W9
Tuesday
29/2/44
My
dear Jimmie,
I
think that it is
about
time you wrote me
a
letter so I thought I would
remind
you about it.
I
have heard from
Cecil
in the sanatorium and
he
is having all sorts of
complicated
experiments
carried
out. I’m glad they
have
got to work on him
without
too much delay.
The
Rowing Club
dance
arranged for this
Thursday
was on the verge
of
being cancelled owing to
the
raids but Alma got
her
way in end and its
taking
place after all. We
wish
you were on leave for it.
Allan
is still in Scotland
and
according to him is
getting
all sorts of invitations
for
hunting, shooting & fishing
parties.
He’s getting as good
as
Poulter at that sort
of
thing.
Well
Jimmie, that’s about
all
until I hear from you
Yours
as ever
Lil.
Jimmie
had been dead for a month. Lilian would not know of her friend’s
death until her letter was returned to her in mid-May.
When
Lilian’s last letter to Jimmie was returned to sender ‘on Air
Ministry Instructions, she contacted his parents. Although the
crew of ND360 were still officially ‘missing’ John and Mabel Ives
and Lilian already knew the worst. Lilian wrote on 28th
May 1944:-
82
Saltram Crest
Maida
Hill, W9.
Dear
Mr & Mrs Ives,
I
was so sorry to
hear
the sad news about
dear
Jimmie.
Jimmie
taught
me
my job at London Region
before
he joined the RAF.
he
was always most kind
and
helpful in those
days
and later when he
went
to America we wrote
a
great deal to each
other
and became firm
friends.
His
leaves were
always
bright spots for me.
There
was so much he had
to
say in that gay
lighthearted
way of his.
Indeed
he was popular
with
everyone. He was a
great
pal and his death
is
a deep personal loss
to
myself.
My
sympathy is
with
you. I am so proud
to
have known him as
you
must be to have
been
his parents.
Yours
sincerely
Lilian
Noble.
The
letter and envelope were retained amongst Jim’s effects.
Captain
Allan Eustace Clifford was killed in action in Holland after the
Arnhem landings in fighting around Oosterbuik on 13th
October 1944, he was 22 years old. Allan’s grave is in Overloon
War Cemetery. (sorry - no photograph of Allan Clifford available).
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