Private LAITY, WILLIAM
Service Number 5438431
Died 14/11/1943
Aged 29
1st Bn. King's Own Royal Regiment (Lancaster)
Son of William and Mary Laity, of Helston, Cornwall; husband of Edith R. Laity, of Penzance, Cornwall.
He was killed during the Battle of Leros.
The Battle of Leros was the central event of the Dodecanese campaign of the Second World War, and is widely used as an alternate name for the whole campaign. The Italian garrison in Leros was strengthened by British forces on 15 September 1943. The battle began with German air attacks on 26 September, continued with the landings on 12 November, and ended with the capitulation of the Allied forces four days later.
Casualties of the Battle of Leros were as follows:
Germans – 520 killed or missing
Italians – 254 killed or missing
British – 600 killed or missing, of whom 187 died in the fighting on Leros (the rest being lost at sea)
Hellenic Royal Navy – 68 killed or missing
Civilians – 20 killed
Following text by Angel "Angel Sean" [FIND A GRAVE ID 46598562]:
My Grandad was in the British Army,he was a Private and was in the 1st King's Own Royal Regiment. He served for his Country England in the second world war. He was killed on the island of Leros , his body was never found and is known only to God . He is remembered on the Athens Memorial, Face 5, in the Phaleron War Cemetery, Greece, and also has his name inscribed on the War Memorial of his home town, Helston, Cornwall. My Mum never got to see her Daddy. She loves and misses him oh so much.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
— John McRae (1872-1918)
In the corner of some foreign field is a place that is forever Cornwall x
Service Number 5438431
Died 14/11/1943
Aged 29
1st Bn. King's Own Royal Regiment (Lancaster)
Son of William and Mary Laity, of Helston, Cornwall; husband of Edith R. Laity, of Penzance, Cornwall.
He was killed during the Battle of Leros.
The Battle of Leros was the central event of the Dodecanese campaign of the Second World War, and is widely used as an alternate name for the whole campaign. The Italian garrison in Leros was strengthened by British forces on 15 September 1943. The battle began with German air attacks on 26 September, continued with the landings on 12 November, and ended with the capitulation of the Allied forces four days later.
Casualties of the Battle of Leros were as follows:
Germans – 520 killed or missing
Italians – 254 killed or missing
British – 600 killed or missing, of whom 187 died in the fighting on Leros (the rest being lost at sea)
Hellenic Royal Navy – 68 killed or missing
Civilians – 20 killed
Following text by Angel "Angel Sean" [FIND A GRAVE ID 46598562]:
My Grandad was in the British Army,he was a Private and was in the 1st King's Own Royal Regiment. He served for his Country England in the second world war. He was killed on the island of Leros , his body was never found and is known only to God . He is remembered on the Athens Memorial, Face 5, in the Phaleron War Cemetery, Greece, and also has his name inscribed on the War Memorial of his home town, Helston, Cornwall. My Mum never got to see her Daddy. She loves and misses him oh so much.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
— John McRae (1872-1918)
In the corner of some foreign field is a place that is forever Cornwall x
Private LAITY, WILLIAM
Service Number 5438431
Died 14/11/1943
Aged 29
1st Bn. King's Own Royal Regiment (Lancaster)
Son of William and Mary Laity, of Helston, Cornwall; husband of Edith R. Laity, of Penzance, Cornwall.
He was killed during the Battle of Leros.
The Battle of Leros was the central event of the Dodecanese campaign of the Second World War, and is widely used as an alternate name for the whole campaign. The Italian garrison in Leros was strengthened by British forces on 15 September 1943. The battle began with German air attacks on 26 September, continued with the landings on 12 November, and ended with the capitulation of the Allied forces four days later.
Casualties of the Battle of Leros were as follows:
Germans – 520 killed or missing
Italians – 254 killed or missing
British – 600 killed or missing, of whom 187 died in the fighting on Leros (the rest being lost at sea)
Hellenic Royal Navy – 68 killed or missing
Civilians – 20 killed
Following text by Angel "Angel Sean" [FIND A GRAVE ID 46598562]:
My Grandad was in the British Army,he was a Private and was in the 1st King's Own Royal Regiment. He served for his Country England in the second world war. He was killed on the island of Leros , his body was never found and is known only to God . He is remembered on the Athens Memorial, Face 5, in the Phaleron War Cemetery, Greece, and also has his name inscribed on the War Memorial of his home town, Helston, Cornwall. My Mum never got to see her Daddy. She loves and misses him oh so much.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
— John McRae (1872-1918)
In the corner of some foreign field is a place that is forever Cornwall x
Service Number 5438431
Died 14/11/1943
Aged 29
1st Bn. King's Own Royal Regiment (Lancaster)
Son of William and Mary Laity, of Helston, Cornwall; husband of Edith R. Laity, of Penzance, Cornwall.
He was killed during the Battle of Leros.
The Battle of Leros was the central event of the Dodecanese campaign of the Second World War, and is widely used as an alternate name for the whole campaign. The Italian garrison in Leros was strengthened by British forces on 15 September 1943. The battle began with German air attacks on 26 September, continued with the landings on 12 November, and ended with the capitulation of the Allied forces four days later.
Casualties of the Battle of Leros were as follows:
Germans – 520 killed or missing
Italians – 254 killed or missing
British – 600 killed or missing, of whom 187 died in the fighting on Leros (the rest being lost at sea)
Hellenic Royal Navy – 68 killed or missing
Civilians – 20 killed
Following text by Angel "Angel Sean" [FIND A GRAVE ID 46598562]:
My Grandad was in the British Army,he was a Private and was in the 1st King's Own Royal Regiment. He served for his Country England in the second world war. He was killed on the island of Leros , his body was never found and is known only to God . He is remembered on the Athens Memorial, Face 5, in the Phaleron War Cemetery, Greece, and also has his name inscribed on the War Memorial of his home town, Helston, Cornwall. My Mum never got to see her Daddy. She loves and misses him oh so much.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
— John McRae (1872-1918)
In the corner of some foreign field is a place that is forever Cornwall x
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King's Own Royal Regiment (Lancaster)
