August 23rd 1919

Further to the news we had of the death of Capt. Charles Jerrard in May, Mrs Jerrard has received a letter (dated 7/8/19) from the War Office confirming the cause of Charles’ death:

“At about 7.15 p.m. on the 14thof May, 1919, this officer was found lying unconscious on the road near Godorf, by two nursing sisters who were travelling in an ambulance. A motor cycle with engine still running was in the ditch by him. He was taken at once to No. 36 Casualty Clearing Station at Bonn, but never recovered consciousness and died at 6.45 a.m. the next morning.

The bicycle was examined by a qualified mechanic, who says that the cause of the accident was the breaking of the front fork pin with the result that the front wheel would shoot forward, the engine and frame would drop on the ground, stopping the machine dead. The rider would naturally be thrown forward. When Captain Jerrard was found he was, as above stated, unconscious, and had a cut across his forehead and was bleeding profusely.

Captain Jerrard was Divisional Games Officer, and had frequently to go to Cologne to attend Sports Committees etc.”

Charles now lies buried in the Cologne Southern Cemetery.

May 24th 1919

Capt. Charles Jerrard (Dorsets)

Another Old Boy has suffered an accidental death – this time by way of a motor bicycle accident. Charles Jerrard was travelling from Cologne to Bonn on May 15th when the crash occurred. The causes of it are as yet unknown.

Charles had a distinguished war, being ‘Mentioned in Despatches’ twice and winning the MC last November at Ors, when he dashed across the Sambre Canal, and with 18 men pushed forward, capturing 70 of the enemy, besides putting a number of machine guns out of action, and finally capturing a battery of 4.2 Howitzers.

He was twice wounded, and was admitted into Somerville Hospital in April 1918 to recover from mustard gas.

Earlier this year Charles was attached to the headquarters of the Lancashire Division as Sports Officer at Bonn.

 

I recall that on one of his ‘leaves’ a very fine smart young officer, whom I did not recognise at first, rode round to the School on his motor bicycle. He dashed up to me and with a hearty handshake said, ‘You don’t remember me, but I remember you very well and the whackings when I was sent in! And I expect I deserved them, sometimes at any rate.’