First World
War letters and paintings
by Harold Sandys Williamson |
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Harold Sandys
Williamson was born in Leeds on 29 August 1892. He studied at
the Leeds School of Art between 1911 and 1914. The following year
he attended the Royal Academy Schools in London, 1914-15 and was
awarded the Turner Gold Medal.
Following
the outbreak of war, he attempted to enlist in the army, but was
turned down on health grounds. He was finally accepted into the
King's Royal Rifle Corps in January 1916 as a rifleman, and began
his training at Winchester the following day. A week later he
was posted to the 15th (Reserve) Battalion at South Down Camp,
Sussex, where he stayed until he was sent to France at the beginning
of August as part of the draft for the 8th Battalion (41st Brigade,
14th Division). By now a Lance Corporal, and hoping for a commission,
he joined the battalion at Heucourt on the Somme in late August
1916. On the morning of 15 September he was wounded by a grenade
fragment while taking part in an attack during the Battle of Delville
Wood.
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| Letter
to his parents, Base Hospital, France, Tuesday 19 September 1916
"At
6.20, then, on a misty morning, we were crouching in a 3 or 4
foot trench, bayonet fixed, & rifle loaded, a bomb in each
pocket, empty sandbags hung on me, also one full of food! ...I
got out of the trench, & walked forward, calling to the men
near me who were a bit slow. A big bombardment was on. The ground
rolled away, absolutely bare & brown - you could see not a
stump nor a line of a parapet, only the general irregularity of
the ground caused by the shell holes, which must have overlapped
each other over areas of square miles..."
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Detail
from 'A German Attack
on a Wet Morning, April 1918'
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| "...I
had the impression of great numbers of men going forward slowly
through the morning mist, in long lines. Suddenly, the Germans'
hands shot up out of the ground - all you could see was a line of
arms straight up & caps! However, just opposite me someone threw
out 2 or 3 hand grenades, which burst some 8 yards away, & I
felt a 'push' on my left elbow. My rifle & bayonet drooped more
and more, until the left arm was powerless. I still went on, but
found it impossible to command the rifle with one hand alone. I
saw, without alarm, that my left thigh was soaked with blood, &
realised it would be useless to go further, & turned back, rather
disappointed at having so inglorious a part..."
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