|Cpl Samuel Tomlinson|
East Lancashire Regiment,
Died of Wounds
9th October 1917
Commemorated on Tyne Cot Memorial
Corporal S. Tomlinson, East lancashire Regiment of 452, Helmshore Road, Helmshore, has died of wounds on the way to a dressing station.
He had been in the Dardanelies from July, 1915, till December 1916, and returned to the front in March, 1917.
Twenty one years of age, he had three birthdays in the colours. He worked at Holden Wood Bleachworks and was connected with Musbury Church and Sunday School.
In loving memory of Corporal S. Tomlinson, 240952 2/5th East Lancs Regt. who died of wounds in France October 12th 1917 aged 21.
"To dearly loved to be forgotten"
From his sorrowing Father, Mother, Brothers and Sisters, Helmshore Road, Helmshore.
"Though nothing can the loss replace,
A dear one taken from us,
Yet in our sorrow we rejoice
To think twas nobly that he died.
He proudly answered his country's call,
And gave his life to save us all,
His heart was good, his spirit brave,
His resting place a soldier's grave.
O God above, in Your loving grace,
Find in Your heart for him a place.
From Father, Mother, Brothers, Sisters and loving Pal Bob, 452, Helmshore Road.
"He was a good lad, so true and so kind,
He proved to all in heart and mind,
And while on earth with us did stay,
He earned the crown he wears to-day.
No more will he answer the roll call,
Or rush at the bugle's sound;
But, Lord, when the roll is called in Heaven,
May his name in Thy book be found.
If those who caused this awful war
Were the only one's to fight,
A brighter world this would have been
For aching hearts tonight.
From his sorrowing Father, Mother, Sisters, Brothers.
"There's a lovely grave, somewhere in France,
Where a brave young hero lies;
There's a cottage home in England,
Where his sisters sit and weep.
Its only his sisters who know the sorrow,
Its only his sisters who know the pain,
Of losing a brother they loved so dearly,
and know they will never see him again."
From his sorrowing Sisters, Lizzie, Lily.
"No conscript he, no waiting for groups,
He know twas his duty to join the troops,
How bravely he fought in that terrible hell,
No picture or pen can too faithfully tell.
But he did his duty with true British pluck"
From his Brother John (in China), Jim (in France) and from his Pal, Bob (serving in France).
"Friends may think we have forgotten,
When at times they see us smile,
But little they know of the heartfelt sorrow,
The smile hides all the while.
But someday we hope to meet him,
Some day, we know not when,
To clasp his hand in the Better Land,
Never to part again.
From his dear Friends, Florrie and Gertie, Helmshore.
"We little thought when we said good-bye,
We parted for ever and you were to die;
Oh the grief that we feel words cannot tell,
For we could not be with you to bid you farewell.
From his friends, mr. and Mrs. Hoyle and Family, Helmshore.
"We often think of days gone by,
When we were all together;
A shadow o'er our lives is cast,
A loved one gone for ever.
From his sorrowing father, mother, brothers and sisters. Helmshore.