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Corporal John Samuel Morris

40167 2nd Battalion Northamptonshire Regiment

Son of Mr Richard and Mrs Rebecca Morris
Husband of Lizzie (nee Pettit)

Aged 31 years

Died 30th June 1917

Commemorated at Lijssenthoek Military Cemetery, Poperinge, Belgium
Grave XIV. C.17.

Born at Barking ESS, enlisted at Rushden.
The Rushden Echo Friday 13 July 1917, transcribed by Nicky Bates

Rushden Soldier's Death
Corporal J S Morris Succumbs to Gunshot Wounds

Corporal J S Morris, 40167, Northants Regt., of 128 Wellingborough-road, Rushden, has, we regret to say, died of wounds in France. Deceased, who was formerly employed in the clicking department of Messrs. James Hyde's boot factory at Rushden, was a well known and much respected member of the Wesleyan Reform Mission Hall, Wellingborough road, and much sympathy will be felt for the widow in her loss. Deceased was the son of Mrs and the late Mr Richard Morris of 177 Wellingborough-road, Rushden.

At the time of the outbreak of the war, deceased was a member of the local company of Territorials, and mobilised with the rest. In September, 1916 he was sent to France. A telegram reached Mrs Morris to say that her husband was dangerously wounded and had been removed to the 17th Casualty Clearing station, where he lay extremely ill. A letter followed from one of the nurses to the effect that Corporal Morris was suffering from gunshot wounds received on June 18th. Since then a telegram has been received by Mrs Morris confirming the sad information that he has died of wounds on June 30th, and was buried on July 1st. A letter from the Chaplain gives the information that the cause of dead was gunshot wounds to the abdomen.

Rushden Echo, 28th June 1918

In Memoriam

MORRIS – In loving memory of Corpl. John Samuel Morris (Northants Regiment) who died in France of wounds received in the service of his country on June 30th, 1917.

From his loving Mother, Widow, Sisters and Brothers.

“There’s a lonely grave in France
Where a brave young hero sleeps,
There’s a cottage home in England
Where a mother often weeps.

I think of you, my dear one,
Though no eye may see me weep,
But deep within my heart
Your fond memory I shall keep.

Could we have raised his dying head
And heard his last farewell,
It would not have been so hard to part
From one we loved so well.”

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