An unknown fighting man, bearer of no great name, builder of no great fame…yet no illustrious general ever had a great homecoming, for a King followed humbly on foot behind his coffin…
Despite the ending of war and the Peace Parade it was clear that while the dead had their memorials in the Cenotaph and the war cemeteries, there were still many families whose menfolk were missing or unidentified and who needed something to reconcile them to their loss. The idea of an unknown soldier to represent all those men is thought to have originated with the Rev David Railton, who served as an army chaplain in France. In 1916 he saw a burial with a cross marked ‘An Unknown British Soldier,’ and had the idea that a national memorial in Britain to an unknown soldier could come to represent all those who had fought and died, especially those with no known grave, and bring comfort and courage to those who had no body to bury to bring home to them the finality of death. As Nicholson observed: “His invisible face could be invested with thousands of familiar faces, all much missed and much loved.”
In 1920 he wrote to the Dean of Westminster, who was enthusiastic about the notion and started campaigning for the unknown warrior to be buried in Westminster Abbey. The church establishment in England had been deeply unhappy about the secularism of the war cemeteries and the Cenotaph – what the Catholic Herald called ‘that pagan monument insulting to Christianity’ in the middle of Whitehall. Public demand for the Cenotaph to be made permanent were derided in the Church Times as a cult of ‘Cenotaphology’: by having the unknown warrior buried in the Abbey as a rival shrine to the Cenotaph was the church’s riposte to the secularism it deplored and enable it to have its own focus of mourning.
Railton’s idea was accepted by the government as long as he would be known as the ‘Unknown Warrior’ to include sailors and airmen. The Prime Minister Lloyd George was enthusiastic about the idea, but George V feared the proposal would open the mental and emotional wounds that were starting to heal, and that the idea was distastefully sentimental. As with the Cenotaph, he was talked around to the idea by Lloyd George.
Once the idea had governmental and royal approval a body had to be chosen, and under conditions of the greatest secrecy, so he could never be named. All that was known was that four (some reports say six, one eight) bodies were disinterred from the four battlefields on the Western Front where the slaughter had been greatest – Somme, Aisne, Ypres, and Arras. Identified as British by insignia and uniform buttons, the bodies were taken to St Pol en Ternoise, where one was chosen on November 8, 1920, by Brigadier LJ Wyatt, general officer in charge of troops in France and Flanders. Some accounts have him making the selection blindfolded, others not, but however the selection was made, the body chosen was from then on treated with all the solemn honour and mourning due to a warrior king fallen on a foreign battlefield. Placed in a pine coffin, he was transported to Boulogne, and placed in a coffin of English oak. The coffin carried a crusader sword from the Tower of London as a gift from George V, and an iron plate bearing the epitaph ‘A British Warrior who fell in the Great War 1914-1918 for King and Country’; and was draped in the much worn and mended Union flag used so often by Railton during the war as both altar cloth and funeral pall.
November 10 1920 – Accompanied by six barrels of Flanders earth (to be packed around the body at burial so that in the words of Brigadier General Wyatt ‘the body should rest in the soil in which so many of our troops gave up their lives’) and bidden farewell by Marshal Foch, the body was transported to Britain on HMS Verdun, with a destroyer escort flying lowered flags and was greeted by a nineteen gun salute at Dover. The man who when alive would have travelled crammed into a carriage with wooden benches or with his pack for a seat now was carried in the same luggage van that had carried the bodies of nurse Edith Cavell and merchant seaman Captain Charles Fryatt. Draped with purple cloth and strewn with flowers, the van had a white painted roof, so the thousands watching along the line could identify where the coffin was. When the train arrived at Victoria Station on the evening of 10 November, police were almost overwhelmed by the numbers waiting to greet it. Sentries from the Grenadier Guards kept vigil by the casket overnight.
November 11 1920 – when the funeral cortege left Victoria en route to the Cenotaph and Westminster Abbey it was accompanied by the highest ranking officers in the army and navy. Four admirals, six senior generals were the pallbearers, as guns in Hyde Park boomed a salute to a field marshal. A silent crowd twenty deep watched as the casket was carried on a gun carriage drawn by horses of the Royal Horse Artillery, and resting on top a battered steel helmet, a webbing belt, and a bayonet. This was the real significance; the accoutrements on the casket drew attention to the fact that this was an ordinary man who anyone might identify with and claim as their own – father, son, brother, fiancé. As a reporter for a newspaper, the Daily Chronicle, Philip Gibbs describes the scene:
It was the steel helmet – the old tin hat – lying there on the crimson of the flag, which revealed him instantly…as one of those fellows, dressed in the drab of khaki, stained by mud and grease, who went into the dirty ditches with this steel hat on his head.
And nearly a hundred years later, Jeremy Paxman mused that “[t]he corpse being buried could have been anyone – sniper or cook, hero or malingerer. That was the point, of course. The grave contained a body which anyone who had lost a son or husband could regard as theirs.”
The cortege passed the newly unveiled Cenotaph followed by pallbearers, clergy, royalty, former servicemen and ministers of government to an Abbey crammed with mourners; among them a guard of honour of Victoria Cross winners, one thousand widows, and one hundred nurses wounded in service. In his wildest dreams he would not have imagine a homecoming like this.
After a brief but deeply emotional service – Queen Mary, usually so stoical and controlled, wept openly – service flag and accoutrements were removed, and the casket was lowered into the grave, which had been positioned so that anyone approaching the altar, whoever they were or are, would not be able to avoid that memorial and would have to step aside – a move of deep importance in a society so hierarchical and intent on everyone knowing their place. The Times called it ‘the saddest, stateliest, most beautiful ceremony that London had ever seen.’
Once the ceremonies were over, the public homage began. The queue started at the Abbey and stretched to the Cenotaph and was four deep; over the week the grave remained open people stood for hours, day and night, in queues stretching for 7 miles, for the chance of a few seconds at the gravesite. People from all classes, and the majority women. An estimated 1,250,000 people paid their respects and left their tributes of flowers – everything from ornate wreaths to single flowers before the grave was finally sealed.
Further reading:
As Gavin Stamp says in ‘Further Reading’ in his book about the missing of the Somme, there is a depressingly huge literature on the Great War. The blogs posted are no more than the most cursory accounts of events, using the books below:
Richard Van Emden. The Quick and the Dead (London, 2012)
Simon Heffer. Staring at God: Britain in the Great War (London, 2019)
Juliet Nicolson. The Great Silence: 1918-1920 Living in the Shadow of the Great War (London, 2010)
John Lewis-Stempel. Where Poppies Blow: The British Soldier, Nature, the Great War (London, 2017)
Neil Oliver. Not Forgotten: The Great War and Our Modern Memory (London, 2006)
Jeremy Paxman. Great Britain’s Great War (London, 2015)
Andrew Richards. The Flag: The Rev’d David Railton and the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior (London, 2017)
Gavin Stamp. The Memorial to the Missing of the Somme (London, 2007)
Sarah Ridley. Remembering the Fallen of the First World War (London, 2015)
Illustrated London News – The Illustrated First World War
English Heritage – London’s Great War Memorials
Notes:
For a detailed account of how the body was chosen, repatriated, and buried, along with a discussion of the different accounts about how any bodies were exhumed; the organisation behind the process and the day itself – The Flag pp 165-200.
The Great Silence pp 333-342 has a moving and detailed account of the selection, final journey from France and the events of 11 November 1920.