GlescaPals tribute to 'oor forces'
| Highland Light Infantry page5 page5a
| Glasgow man, Private
George Rodgers of the list Regiment (later
the HLI) and holder of the
Victoria Cross. On June 16,
1858 at Marar, Gwalior in India, Private George
Rodgers attacked single-handedly a party of seven rebels, one of whom
he killed. This was a particularly vital act of bravery as the party of
rebels were all armed and strongly posted in the line of advance of a
detachment of the 71st Regiment.
George Rodgers sadly died in Glasgow's Govan district,
on the 9th March 1870, after mistakenly drinking vitriol poison
thinking it was alcohol. He was buried in an unmarked grave in
Glasgow's Southern Necropolis.
ceremony organised by the Royal Highland Fusiliers and Mrs Mary
Fairbairn of Abercorn Memorials, Edinburgh, took place on the 1st
December 2004 in Glasgow's Southern Necropolis, to place a memorial
stone over the previously unmarked grave of Private George Rodgers
His VC is on display at the Royal Highland Fusiliers Museum,
in Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow
|The Royal Highland Fusiliers were
formed in 1959 by the amalgamation of the Royal Scots Fusiliers (21st)
and the Highland Light Infantry (71st, 73rd & 74th)
In honour of both Regiments, the RHF wore the HLIís Mackenzie
tartan trews (trousers) and retained the Flaming Grenade cap badge
from the RSF.
15th (S) Battalion
(1st Glasgow, Tramways)
The 15th was a
locally raised Glasgow battalion formed on 2nd September 1914. It
joined the 32nd Division and went to France in November 1915. Served in
France and Flanders until the Armistice.
I.ve just been
browsing your great site. What a trip down memory lane. I was born in
Glasgow, but we left when I was 10 years old. It was lovely to see all
the photos. I was particularly interested in the Forces section, as my
grandfather was in the 15th Battalion (Tramways) of the HLI,
and fought, and lost a leg during the first months in France. I noticed
there is a photo of Sergeant Major and Sergeants of the 15th Battalion,
and I am sure one of them is my grandfather, as he was a sergeant.
Do you know where the photo came from or who the men in it are? I would
dearly love a copy to have a closer look, as I only have one photo of
my grandfather, when he was younger, but taken after the war in the
early 1920s. I would like to compare the two photos to see if he is one
of the soldiers.
|Sorry I don't have
the names of the soldiers, It would be wonderful if it were your
grandfather. Regards, Webmaister
|Aug 2015, email, Alexander Strachan, Age 75, Beith, Scotland
The soldier in the centre of the photograph is my grandfather Company Sergeant Major Alexander Anderson Strachan of the 15th Battalion (tramway) who won the military cross and two bars, survived the war but died later from wounds received.
GlescaPal Jas Turbull,
Robert Turnbull was born
7 Jan.1878 in Stonelaw Street, Rutherglen.
He married Agnes Gibson on 25 Dec 1908 in Bridgeton, Glasgow and they
lived at No.16 Savoy Street, Bridgeton, and had eight children.
served in the HLI and fought at Gallipoli and he very well
could be in the photograph above showing the HLI
marching from their Bridgeton Barracks in 1915.
see Turnbull website
Robert & Agnes Turnbull
This photo of Robert with his wife Agnes was taken
During the war of 1914-1918
twenty-six battalions were raised.
A cap badge to the
Highland Light Infantry in white metal.
With lugs to rear.
1956 and the men of the Highland Light Infantry get their
kitbags weighed before taking off for the danger of Cyprus,
which was then in the grip of a guerrilla war for independence
regiment received the
Freedom of the City of Glasgow
on 16th March, 1948
Regimental Tartan: Mackenzie tartan
The HLI was the only Highland
regiment to wear trews.
A Gordon for Me
Geordie MacKay of the H. L. I.
I'm fond of the lassies and a drappie for bye,
One day when out walking I chanced to see,
A bonnie wee lass wi' a glint in her ee'
Says I to the lassie "Will you walk foe a while?
I'll buy you a bonnet and we'll do it in style,
My kilt is Mackenzie o' the H.L.I."
She look'd at me shyly and said wi' a sigh.
A Gordon for me, a Gordon for me,
If ye're no a Gordon ye're no use to me.
The Black Watch** are braw, the Seaforths** and a'
But the cocky wee Gordon's the pride o' them a'.
Jimmy Currie & Jim Cairney
This photo was sent to me by GlescaPal Nell.
Her dad is Lance
Corporal James Wilson Cairney seen here with his pal Jimmy
Currie. The picture was taken in Palestine where he served with the 1st
Battalion Highland Light Infantry, 1947/48, he later made
military raid L/Cpl Jim Cairney got shot in the stomach, leg and face.
His pal Jimmy Currie, in the photo, lost a leg and another comrade
Archie Bremner later died of his wounds.
out of Army in May 1949, met Jessie McKay in August 1949 and after a
whirlwind romance they married in December 1949. Their first born Helen
(Nell) was born in September 1950 so they didn't waste any time! Her
sister Jessie was born in September 1952.
Jim & Jessie separated in 1954 and eventually divorced.
Webmaister : Nell thank you
for sending me this photo - its an honour for me to record these
stories and photos from oor Glesca soldiers.
When I see these photos and read the stories
- how can we ever thank these guys?
November 1947 the general assembly of the United Nations voted
to partition Palestine, dividing it into Jewish and Arab
controlled parts The Jews accept the UN
plan, but the Palestinians and neighbouring Arab nations reject it. In 1948 the new Jewish state,
State of Israel, was proclaimed
| Jim Cairney, Nell's dad was admitted into hospital
"I have been to his flat, which is full of clutter, my Dad
always says, "Genius's thrive on clutter" ,
I am shredding and sorting out papers and photographs, he asked me to
do it. Its a sad task, a lifetime of papers, he has given me his
medals and his Glengarry from the HLI, ( see below ) he wanted me
to have them. I will be back to the hospital today and will let you all
know how he is tomorrow. Thank you all again for your support and
Sadly Jim died of cancer in London on 8th Jan 2008.
GlescaPal Ronnie found this poem and added it the condolences ......
I must have life.
I don't wish for death to ease his pain
I am too selfish for that
He must have life
I must be able to hear of his life
He must continue to sing to me
I need to see his beautiful baby blues
sparkle and shine
I don't want to just remember these things
Even in his pain they sparkle and shine
I need him to be here to show me who I am
To show me where I came from
If he left, part of me would leave
I would be someone different
I need to touch and hug him
To let him know how important he is
I don't want to remember these things
To feel the pain that I will feel
when my memories of him start to fade
I want him here with us
I want him here with no pain
I love you, my Dad
All through my troubled and sad childhood,
through my rebellious adolescence and through adulthood,
I always knew that you loved me
I hope you knew that I always loved you too
[poem by Sharon]
GlescaPal Nell, London
here is a photo of my Dad, Jim Cairney, Glengarry and his medals.
The other medal there is the Big Penny for my Great Uncle James who was
killed on the Somme in 1916 aged 21. I have been several times with my
Dad to visit my Great Uncle's grave in
Dernancourt War Cemetery in Northern France.
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