Mr. and Mrs. F. Faulkner, Port
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Faulkner, -- It is not without pleasure at all
that I am writing you this letter, but I feel that you would like
to know some things I am going to state in this message.
Undoubtedly, long before this
letter reaches you, the military authorities will have informed
you by wire of the death of your son, Pte. W. E. Faulkner.
Although Will was not in our
draft or detail her was in the same camp, and as soon as I heard
of his death I made preparations for attending the funeral.
William Walmsley and I attended
the funeral, which took place at 2 p.m., Friday, 25 Oct 1918. The
day was fine and the ceremony was carried out under full military
After the service, which was
conducted in the open, with some hundreds of comrades present, a
firing party of 12 men discharged three volleys over the grave.
The squad then saluted at the present, while four buglers sounded
The Last Post.
The coffin was draped in a large
Union Jack and two large wreaths of flowers.
One thing I am glad to state is
that two Port Dover boys and chums helped to lay their comrade in
his last resting place in a little church cemetery amidst the
hills of Wales.
Trusting that this letter finds
you all well, I remain, yours truly,
Corporal A. R. McCarter.
Here we will leave him in peace
In the grave where Britain has had laid him.
His Father and Mother.