you're reading...
love, motivation, prematurity

Sydney Gunter goes to war

Sydney Gunter, my grandfather, June 24, 1918

Sydney Gunter, my grandfather, June 24, 1918

“Tell me about grandpa and World War 1,” I asked my dad.

“Well, he didn’t talk about it much,” he replied. “He said it was hell. He was in France, for three years I think, first in the cavalry and then he was a sniper. I believe he was quite a good shot.” And so ended my father’s knowledge, whether time had faded his memory (my dad is 84) or he never really knew is hard to say.

I remember asking my grandfather about his war experience myself. This was on one of our trips to England when I was growing up. My parents, who emigrated to Canada in the 1950’s, took the family back to England every three years for the summer. I spent a lot of time with my grandfather the summer I turned twelve. He was 88. We spent hours pouring over his stamp collection, his collection of cigarette cards, and his photograph albums. I remember clearly a sepia photo of him in uniform. Fueled by that lack of censorship that accompanies youth I asked him about the war.

He was an enlisted man, he told me. He was offered a commission several times, but did his best to turn it down. He had no intention of being an officer. “They led the charges,” he said, “And that’s who got shot first. I was happy to hang out in the back with the enlisted men.”

“Did you get shot?” I remember asking.

“Yes, twice,” was his reply. I also asked if it hurt, and yes, apparently it hurt a lot. And then we moved on to something else and I never asked him about the war again.

I’ve always wanted to know more, and thanks to the British Archives I do. Many service records from World War 1 were apparently lost, but my grandfather’s records, like the man himself, survived. Faded documents written in fountain pen, now microfilmed but not before the ink on many had simply disappeared with time.

Great Britain declared war on Germany on August 4, 1914. My grandfather, Sydney Gunter, enlisted one month later on September 4, 1914. He was 24 years old.

He signed up for Three Years with The Colours, also known as Short Service, meaning he committed to three years with His Majesty. If the war were to end sooner he would be discharged “with all convenient speed.” However, if it were not over in three years, well, he was enlisted until it ended.

His medical records say that he was 5 feet 9 inches and 154 lbs. Grey eyes, just like my father. He was a Private assigned to the 3rd Battalion of the Suffolk Regiment. He entered the Theatre of War on July 14, 1915. My birthday is July 14. I now wonder how that made him feel. I can’t imagine he ever forget his first day in France.

It appears as if he was on a base in England between enlisting in September of 1914 and heading the France the following year. The only proof I have of that is he was disciplined for being off base on January 15, 2015. I suspect he was out having, “a bit of fun.” The penalty was a formal admonishment and docking 1 day of pay. Apparently he had quite the sense of humor and enjoyed a party.

On Feb. 28 1916 he suffered a gunshot wound to the face and left arm as well as injury from grenade shrapnel. He was back “in the field” nine days later. I was not surprised to read that arm wounds carried a 25% mortality. Blood loss, lack of antibiotics, starvation, and constant stress all in a background of filth. How does a man survive a wound at all in that situation, never mind get back in the dysentery and rat infested trenches nine days later?

Along the way he was promoted to Lance Corporal and then Corporal. He was wounded again on July 22, 1917 and as my father said, “I guess they felt he’d done his time,” so he after spending more than two years in the trenches of France he was transferred to the reserves back in England. He married my grandmother in 1918 and was formally discharged from the service in 1919. He lived to be 98 years old.

Everyone in the family used to be annoyed that he never wore his hearing aids. He said they never worked. Yes, he was stubborn. I’m sure that was a requirement for survival. However, as I read more and more about life in the trenches I now know the noise was deafening from gunfire, bomb blasts, and grenades. Of course he needed hearing aids later in life and what a tragedy that it was viewed as an inconvenience instead of a sacrifice.

I remember my grandfather as an old man with white hair and a sense of mischief mismatched to his years. He was perpetually covered in cigarette ash (two packs a day, starting with Woodbines at the age of eight), who liked two heaping teaspoons of sugar in his tea, ate bran everyday, and watched cricket with the volume turned way up. However, this Memorial Day I learned a little more and I am in awe of what he survived and wish with all my heart that I had known how to ask him more and to thank him.

I told my children about their great-grandfather and how it is our duty to preserve as much of this part of his legacy as possible. I don’t know how one qualifies one war as “just” and worth preserving and another as criminal action, however, if we are going to ask men and women to fight for us the least we can do is respect them, help them, acknowledge the horrors, and preserve their experiences. Lest we forget really does say it all.

“Now remember,” I said to Oliver and Victor, “Remember that when things are hard that you are a Gunter. The same thing that kept your great-grandfather going in France is the same thing that burns inside of you. It got you through months in the neonatal intensive care unit, surgeries, and infections. Your great-grandfather was shot twice and probably gassed and still made it to 98. You have that in you.” I point at their chests for emphasis. My boys were not expected to survive, and yet here they are a pair of mischievous nine-year-olds who love a party.

I’m not exactly sure how best to honor my grandfather’s legacy and his gift, but I figure this is a good place to start.

Screen shot 2013-05-27 at 5.16.50 PM

 

 

About these ads

Discussion

8 thoughts on “Sydney Gunter goes to war

  1. Beautiful writing about your grandfather in the hell of war. Thanks for sharing it.

    Posted by John Bryan | May 27, 2013, 10:07 pm
  2. My father served in the British army and then navy in World War II but never really talks about it. When Joseph was born at 27 weeks he said that he had to be brave like he was, and that he would write his story down. That was 4 years ago, and Joseph certainly was brave.

    My dad is now 87. Stubborn, and now just this week registered as legally blind, he can’t write anymore, or read, his two passions in life, but has taken up abstract painting. He also refuses to wear his hearing aids and watches the cricket far too loud.

    A great blog and I’m glad you drew on his strength when the boys were in NICU so that they could do. I do think those family connections and telling stories really helps in those times.

    Posted by Kylie Hodges (@kykaree) | May 27, 2013, 10:12 pm
  3. Nice tribute to your grandfather. I wish more people these days understood the tragedy and horror of war and didn’t so readily and rabidly talk about going to war, especially after being at war for over a decade.

    Posted by Karen Bice (@KarenBice) | May 27, 2013, 10:12 pm
  4. Dr. Gunter, You honored your grandfather very well indeed. You are very fortunate to have know him in such a personal way. Your boys will do the same I am sure. They have a good example to follow.

    Thank you for this article.

    Mary Alice Tanner

    Posted by maryalice363 | May 28, 2013, 4:11 am
  5. Thank you, Dr. Gunter. My family has had men under arms in almost every war America has had, and on both sides in our “Civil” War…I myself served during the Cold War years and met my husband there. He has a similar military family history; we are both entirely weary of our nation not finding better ways to solve issues than with guns and bombs.

    Posted by syrbal | May 28, 2013, 9:27 am
  6. This made me tear up. Old people are such treasures. I loved my gradpa a lot. I’m glad to see that you loved yours and carry that love and strength to your children.

    Posted by akelaslair | May 28, 2013, 10:03 am
  7. If you haven’t seen “All Quiet on the Western Front,” I recommend it. It shocked me how a movie that old could capture the horror of trench warfare. WW I is eerily absent from our cultural media. Perhaps we had to have the second WW to figure out what mechanized warfare on that scale meant. It also seems like there was a rapid development of technology after the first to avoid the trenches in the second.

    It’s cool that you’re keeping your grandfather’s little bit of history of WW II alive for yourself and your kids.

    Posted by wileywitch | May 28, 2013, 5:13 pm
  8. Jennifer:

    I was deeply touched by this‹thank you.

    I audiotaped 10 hours of my father’s WWII stories after he grew willing to talk about the war and before he slipped into dementia (oops, cognitive dysfunction). It’s the most precious remnant of him that I have.

    Hope you are doing well.

    Regards,

    John

    John Baranowski Vice President & Editorial Director Quadrant HealthCom, Inc. A division of Frontline Medical Communications (973) 206-2352

    Please note my new email address: jbaranowski@frontlinemedcom.com

    From: “Dr. Jen Gunter” Reply-To: “Dr. Jen Gunter” Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 05:01:43 +0000 To: Subject: [New post] Sydney Gunter goes to war

    WordPress.com Dr. Jen Gunter posted: ” “Tell me about grandpa and World War 1,” I asked my dad. “Well, he didn’t talk about it much,” he replied. “He said it was hell. He was in France, for three years I think, first in the cavalry and then he was a sniper. I believe he was quite a good”

    Posted by John Baranowski | June 4, 2013, 6:23 am

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Recent Tweets

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,537 other followers

%d bloggers like this: