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Information from Clive Wood, 2008
Private Cyril Cook

1928 1st/4th Battalion Northamptonshire Regiment

Son of Mr William and Mrs Esther Cook

Aged 19 years

Died 2nd October 1915

Commemorated on the Helles Memorial
Panel 154 to 155
And in Rushden Cemetery
Grave H.394

Gravestone on H.394
Gravestone in Rushden Cemetery
Memorial Card
Born and enlisted at Rushden.
The Rushden Echo Friday 8 October 1915, transcribed by Nicky Bates

Rushden Soldier Dangerously Wounded At the Dardanelles

Official news has been received by Mrs Esther Cook, that her son, Pte Cyril Cook, 1928, 4th Northants, has been dangerously wounded at the Dardenelles. Pte Cook joined the Territorial Force three years ago. He worked at the Co-operative Wholesale Society's shoe factory at Rushden. He was 19 years old last month.

Private Cyril CookRushden Echo & Kettering Leader, October 15 1915, transcribed by Clive Wood

Fatal Wounds - Rushden Terrier Succumbs in Alexandria Hospital

We sincerely regret to announce the death from wounds of Pte. Cyril Cook, of the 4th Northants Regiment, son of Mrs Cook, of 15 Co-operative-row, Rushden. First the War Office sent the news that he had been seriously wounded, and then, later came the official news that he had died on October 2nd at Alexandria from the injuries he received. Pte Cook was one of the Rushden 'Terriers', and prior to the war worked at the Co-operative Wholesale Society Boot factory. He was only 19 years old. Much sympathy will be felt with the relatives in their particularly sad bereavement.

Extract from: Private Townsend’s Experiences

“I was in Gallipoli just over six weeks, and while there I saw Private Cyril Cook, of Rushden, shot through the head. There was an observation party of six men, including Cyril Cook and myself. As I came off the observation post Cyril Cook went on. When he had been there twenty minutes he was shot through the head. He was not killed instantly, but called for water. We knew, however, that his wound was fatal, and the last I saw of him was as he was being carried away.”

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