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| Hemel Hempstead Gazette, 22nd December, 1917 | 
The Battle of Cambrai 
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While 
the 235th Brigade was supporting the Guards Division, the 236th
 Artillery Brigade, under Lieutenant Colonel A. H. Bowring, were 
allocated to help the 20th Division on the Welsh Ridge in the 
neighbourhood of La Vacquerie.
Over 
the next week the Germans shelled indiscriminately in the area, including 
Havrincourt Wood. They killed a mess carthorse on 8th December, while 
the A/235 Battery lost two horses killed and three men wounded on the 10th, 
and the wagon lines moved to a safer position at Fins. On the 12th 
there was a major regrouping of artillery and the C.R.A. war diary records that 
“The Divisional front is from 4 p.m. today covered by one Field Artillery 
Group, under the command of Lt. Col. Bowring, 
consisting of 77th (Army) Brigade R.F.A. 
and 235th  and 236th Brigades R.F.A.” The war diary 
also reports that there was very little hostile fire with “only a few rounds 
on Havrincourt and our trenches.” Unfortunately, half an hour after the 
regrouping of the Divisional artillery one of the few shells to fall on 
Havrincourt that day found a target in the B/235 Battery position. Captain 
Pilditch recorded what happened in his diary:
 December 12th. 
 ... I was just going comfortably to bed when a message came from Brigade to 
 say that Colonel Gordon had been killed and Major Hatfield badly wounded. It 
 was a great shock, the worst I’ve had since Gorell’s death, especially as 
 everything seemed reasonably quiet in front and we had had no casualties to 
 speak of since we came into action here. It was not so much surprise at a 
 Colonel being overtaken by the fate more commonly reserved for gunners and 
 subalterns, (a year of Ypres had scattered all illusions and put us all on a 
 level as far as that was concerned) but Gordon was certainly a man whom one 
 unconsciously thought of as one who goes on and prospers and is not killed. 
 He has done splendidly during the last week as C.R.A. to the artillery 
 covering the Guards, and after ten days’ momentous action with so few 
 casualties in our immediate circle, one had, as so often, become lulled into 
 a false sense of security and hardly gave a thought to the tragic side of 
 war. Now that pleasant illusion was shattered. The two senior officers of 
 the Brigade had been hit, Hatfield was reported very badly wounded, and the 
 Doctor [Hebblethwaite] 
 had had a miraculous escape. It could, we felt, have been quiet on our 
 front, but it was a reminder, as in the case of Kimber, and again when 
 Gorell was killed, that on the quietest, sunniest days, death lurks quietly 
 unseen and unthought of, but never absent and never asleep, I felt very 
 miserable for some days after this. Gordon was a fine C.O. and a good friend 
 to our Battery and to me personally. I slept badly, thinking of Gordon and 
 that the last important link with the old days was gone.
 December 13th. 
 ... Flynn rode back with me along the cord-wood road to Trescault for the 
 funeral at Havrincourt. There were ten officers from the Brigade there. He 
 was buried in a little graveyard by the side of the road 
 [at Ruyaulcourt]. 
 Eighty men and two trumpeters followed. As at all funerals I felt profoundly 
 miserable. I think at such times most of us feel ‘which one of us will be 
 the next?’  There is one thing, however, about deaths out here. There is too 
 much action and work in one’s life to allow of much worrying and brooding 
 over sad happenings. One man goes, another takes his place, and still the 
 war goes on, full of vital interest and concern for the survivors. We shall, 
 I expect, those of us who are alive when the war stops, feel the deaths far 
 more then than now. Also, I think, we feel that a proportion of us (in the 
 Infantry a majority) will soon pass the same way, and the consciousness that 
 it is but a step forward is stronger, here and now, than in the piping times 
 of peace. So after the funeral, at which we all felt very miserable, we came 
 back to our pigsty billet and had a good dinner and cheery game of bridge 
 and personally I slept like a log. Gordon is not forgotten but God is 
 merciful and blunts the edge of these sorrows while we have other hard 
 things to bear.
The Brigade Chaplain wrote a letter of 
condolence to Gordon’s widow, Irene, which, in the light of Pilditch’s diary and 
General Fielding’s letter, seems more genuine than many which were sent to 
grieving relatives:
He 
 was one of the finest commanding officers that any brigade could have. He 
 had all the qualities which go to make the ideal leader of men, and they 
 would have followed him anywhere. He died just after the accomplishment of 
 the greatest achievement in his military career, having done something with 
 his brigade which it is given to few artillery officers to be able to do. 
 His name has been on everybody’s lips in this division, and not in this 
 division alone. Further honours would certainly have come to him in the near 
 future. I have known him for over two years now, and I have lost a much 
 respected and large-hearted friend. I shall always remember him as one who 
 inspired, by his example, the boys and men whom he led (and whom I have 
 worked among and love) to achieve things which seemed almost impossible.
 
The news soon reached Hemel Hempstead, as one of the gunners 
formerly billeted in the town wrote with news from the front on 15th December:
We are now billeted in a village, which our boys have 
 named “The Better Hole” on account of its being but a heap of ruins. I 
 regret to say we have lost Colonel Lowe, who had been made a 
 Brigadier-General, and was posted to another Division. He had been there 
 only a month when a piece of shrapnel pierced his lungs. ... Lieutenant 
 Colonel Gordon, D.S.O. was also killed a few days ago. No doubt you will 
 remember him when he was at Hemel Hempstead. He was Major at that time. 
 Corporal Gilman  was also wounded this morning but not very badly. He used 
 to be in the Battery office at the Manse [in Alexandra Road] in the old 
 days.
The London Gunners Come to Town describes life in a Hertfordshire market town [Hemel Hempstead], its overnight transformation into a garrison town, and the war’s impact from three very different viewpoints. ... ... "The Soldier's Tale" describes life in the town, and military training in the surrounding countryside, as recorded by the soldiers at the time. To emphasize the reason why they had come to Hemel Hempstead, the book briefly follows the military career of Major Gordon of the 2nd London Division (later the 47th Division) on the Western Front. The battle of Loos is described by men from the town. The book also reports on the local men who joined the Hertfordshire Regiment and marched out of town in August, 1914