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On the 4th August 1914, 1st Battalion was stationed at Aldershot as part of the 1st (Guards) Brigade, 1st Division. In August the Battalion was mobilised for war and moved to France as part of the British Expeditionary Force, arriving on the 14th. In 1914, the Battalion took part in the Battle of the Mons and the subsequent retreat, the Battle of the Marne, the Battle of the Aisne and the First Battle of Ypres. The Battalion then went on to take part in the fierce fighting dubbed the Winter Operations of 1914-1915. The Battle of Aubers. The Battle of Loos.
It was on the 25th January 1915, that Bill Shakeshaft was killed in action whilst serving with the 1st Battalion, Coldstream Guards. It seems that Bill was going to appear in De Ruvigny's Roll of Honour but as a copy of one correspondence from Marquis De Ruvigny to Ann Shakeshaft, Bill's mother explains, Ann objected to this and so he did not appear in the Roll of Honour that contains information on 26,000 other dead soldiers. It also appears from De Ruvigny's correspondence that Bill was reported missing in January 1915, and it was unknown if he had died or not until later.
Bill was posthumously awarded the 1914 Star with November Clasp as well as the British War Medal and the Victory Medal. His family received all three in 1919, after the War had ended and peace had been made.
In July 1928 Bill's grave was moved from the “vicinity of Cuinchy” and his remains were re-interred in Arras Road Cemetery, at Plot 2, Row E, Grace 19. This re-interment was carried out in “accordance with the agreement with the French and Belgian Governments to remove all scattered graves and small cemeteries with less than 40 graves”.
This is a poem, called The Pilgrims of the Night. I'm not sure who wrote it, but I'm quite sure it wasn't Bill. He'd probably enjoy it though.
"The Pilgrims of the Night
When you are a little army corps
Upon your body forming fours
Always on a night attacks
Making charges up your back
Then you will with all your might
Shape the pilgrims of the night
Though some hundreds you may kill
You will find there's hundreds still
For they hide behind each other
And are smart at taking cover
Then they have an awful bite
Plus a shocking appetite
There are families by the dozens
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, cousins
And they have their married quarters
Where they hear their sons and daughters
And they take a lot of catching
Likewise causing endless scratching
When you are getting off to sleep
They are forming up two deep
When you are in the land of nod
They are forming up in squad
And you will find it most annoying
When the section starts deploying
But at last! There will come a day
When you will throw your shirt away
And you like to cast your kilt
Did it not reveal ones guilt
And adopt the ancient style
Of wearing nothing but a smile"