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A Soldier of England: Memorials of Leslie Yorath Sanders: Born July 5th, 1893, Killed in Action March 10th, 1917.
1st Ed., [vii]+145pp., 209x170mm, portrait frontis. Dumfries: J. Maxwell & Son, Printers and Publishers.
1920
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Leslie Yorath Sanders, Son of Sir Charles Sanders K.B.E. (of the Board of Trade and later Director of Shipbuilding Work in the Ministry of Shipping) and Lady Agnes Sanders (who were Wesleyans), grew up in the East End of London, that his father "might devote his evenings and Sundays to social work amongst the poor." Sanders was educated at St Olave's Grammar School, Southwark, and Trinity College, Cambridge. He enlisted in Queen Victoria's Rifles (the 9th London Regiment, Territorial Force) in 1914, went to France in February 1915 and was wounded at Hill 60 in April (an event of which he leaves an interesting account). He was commissioned in the Royal Garrison Artillery, but when he returned to France in November 1916 he was attached to 3rd Field Survey Coy., Royal Engineers, and killed when a shell burst in the H.Q. office in which he was working on 10th March 1917. He was twenty-three and his grave lies in Warlincourt Halte British Cemetery, Saulty. Contains interesting and sometimes intensely poignant letters from the Front in 1915 and 1916-17, also various letters of condolence etc. In February 1917 he prophetically wrote: "The campaign that is opening now, it seems to me, will be the bloodiest in history… as the mud of winter once more renders the arena too slippery for the combatants to remain at grips… both sides will be exhausted, but the Bosche far more, and with far less material for recruitment. In the years that follow, I imagine, there can never be again the same intensity of effort there will be this summer; but though the Allies grow absolutely weaker, yet relatively they will grow stronger and stronger until at last, if only their will to win remains, they can overwhelm the Bosche in hopeless ruin… 'The War that will end War?' Perhaps. And maybe not." Green cloth, gilt to front and spine, rubbed & worn, sound, near VG.
£90
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