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Jones, Andrew Norman Vernon (1925-1945)

Sherborne School, UK, Book of Remembrance for former pupils who died in the Second World War, 1939-1945.

 

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Details: Andrew Norman Vernon Jones (1925-1945), born 19 January 1925, son of George Norman Jones, architect, and Kathleen Mary Jones (nee Bamford), of Suffield, Albert Drive, Deganwy, Denbighshire.

 

Attended Trearddur House School, Anglesey.

 

Attended Sherborne School (School House) January 1939-March 1943; 6th form; House Prefect; 2nd XV (1942); Boxing Colours (1943).

 

R.A.C.

 

WW2, Lieutenant, 2nd Battalion, Grenadier Guards. Killed in action in Germany on 10 April 1945, aged 20.

 

Commemorated at:

Rheinberg War Cemetery, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany, 12. H. 22. Inscription on his headstone: ‘AGE SHALL NOT WEARY THEM NOR THE YEARS CONDEMN’ www.cwgc.org/find-war-dead/casualty/2047705/jones,-andrew...

 

Obituary, 'The Shirburnian', July 1945: 'A.N.V. Jones (a, '39-'43). It was with very heavy hearts that we heard towards the end of the Easter holidays that Andrew Jones had been killed in action in Germany. It was only last term that he had been down here for a weekend visit as cheerful and friendly as ever and it is very difficult indeed to realise that we shall not see him here again. My memory of Andrew goes back to the early days of the war, when he was a constant source of cheerfulness and encouragement through those most unhappy days. Nothing seemed to depress him, neither the gloomy situation on the various war fronts, nor the endless scrapes into which he was always falling with house prefects and masters. He took them all with the same imperturbable smile and grew up as we knew he would grow up into an extremely fine young man and into an extremely responsible and efficient house prefect. As to his courage there was never any doubt as anyone who had watched him in the boxing ring could verify for themselves. In fact quite recently another distinguished Old Shirburnian speaking to me about Andrew said as he ruefully rubbed a broken nose, "I shall always have this to remember him by." It is true that no-one who saw that particular contest is likely to forget it. There was very little mercy on either side. His outstanding characteristic was the extraordinary affection he inspired in everyone who came into contact with him, and it is interesting to see how these two qualities persisted after he left school. Here, for instance, is an excerpt from a letter from his Squadron-Leader in the 2nd Battalion of the Grenadier Guards: "I am sure knowing Andrew that he has told you very little about himself. But he did magnificently, and for one of his age, most remarkably well. His first battle, when he was leading the battalion, he was responsible for the destruction of two German guns in a place which wasn't best suited for tanks. I heard the whole battle in the wireless, and I know we were all impressed by his coolness and complete grip of the situation. He went from strength to strength and was easily the best troop leader in the squadron if not in the battalion. On the day he was killed, he was doing his utmost to help another tank which had gone too far and had got into trouble. That night, very late, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, I was duty officer and was walking and visiting the sentries. At one of the posts, a guardsman, I don't know his name and couldn't recognise him, asked me whether it was true that he had been killed. When I said - yes - he was silent for a long time, then he said, "I liked him, he was a good chap. I always drove behind him and I would go anywhere with him." It turned that this guardsman drove the carrier which always followed Andrew. He belonged to the first battalion, but he felt the same way as we all did. This was not written by an Old Shirburnian but by an Old Etonian, but it shows that he was talking of the same Andrew that we knew and loved so well at Sherborne. A.R.W. [Alexander Ross Wallace, Headmaster]

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