Great uncle George Critchley, above, was a sergeant in the Prince of Wales Own Regiment of Civil Service Rifles. There is no dispute about that in family records and the plethora of pictures I have of him in uniform with his sergeant's stripes and the regimental badge on his cap. Based in London, he spent most of the first world war training Australian troops.
"Critchley Corporal George 531439. Ist Battalion Prince of Wales Own Regiment Civil Service Rifles, posted to 2nd/12th Battalion London Regiment, The Rangers, Killed August 9th August aged 23, son of James and Mary Ellen Critchley of 149A Knowsley Road, St Helen's Lancashire."
This and his name listed on the Vis-en-Artois memorial are the only memorials for George except for a listing on the family memorial in St Helen's which reads : "There is no war grave for him. He was one of more than 8,000 casualties of the 8th/9th August 2018.
The one picture I have of George with corporal's stripes is of a younger man, perhaps taken when he first enlisted into the army, four years previously. Before he enlisted, George had been working as a clerk at Pilkingtons.
George had served most of the war as a sergeant, training Australians in London but he died as a corporal. £30.8s and 4d was sent to his parents.
So far my research has revealed nothing which might have demoted him from sergeant to corporal. Maybe he needed to have the rank of sergeant in his capacity training Australian troops in artillery. My grandparents, Tom and Annie Critchley told me they saw a lot of George and his girlfriend in London. Did he perhaps arrive late back to the barracks after one visit to my grandparents and was demoted for it? It's not something they mentioned. All I remember being told by my grandparents was that so many British troops had been killed or injured in WWl by August 1918, that all possible men, reservists and new recruits were hurried off to the front as quickly as possible. I had the impression from them he didn't even have a chance to see them to say goodbye or to see his family in St Helens before he went.
Two Critchley brothers were killed in action in WW1. They were all spoken of by my grandparents, Mollie and Auntie Mary with affection, particularly George, because they saw so much of him and his girlfriend. Another brother Jim Critchley was posted to India and returned. Mollie records that he talked about his experiences a lot and the family got tired of his stories and told him to shut up. I have pictures of Jim Critchley on his motorbike. He was a legend on it, so much so that he was reputed to take his frequent trips to the Isle of Man entirely by bike! Perhaps that's how my father came to hero-worship his uncle Jim when he was a small boy.

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