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ROYAL NAVY
HMS HOOD
ORDINARY SEAMAN
1939 - 1945 STAR
WAR MEDAL 1939 - 1945
Killed In Action
Ordinary Seaman Royston Gomersall was born 24, December 1922 in Witney, Oxfordshire England to Vestus and Edith Gomersall. The family also appears in records as having lived in Headington, Oxfordshire.
Seaman Gomersall was lost 24, May 1941 in the sinking of HMS Hood; 1415 Sons of England died, while there were only three survivors.
I would be happy to transfer this page to any relative of Royston's, or update the page with further information.
Roy was 18 years old.
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"These heroes are dead. They died for liberty - they died for us. They are at rest. They may or may not sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest. Earth may run red with other wars - they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead." ~Robert G. Ingersoll
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ROYAL NAVY
HMS HOOD
ORDINARY SEAMAN
1939 - 1945 STAR
WAR MEDAL 1939 - 1945
Killed In Action
Ordinary Seaman Royston Gomersall was born 24, December 1922 in Witney, Oxfordshire England to Vestus and Edith Gomersall. The family also appears in records as having lived in Headington, Oxfordshire.
Seaman Gomersall was lost 24, May 1941 in the sinking of HMS Hood; 1415 Sons of England died, while there were only three survivors.
I would be happy to transfer this page to any relative of Royston's, or update the page with further information.
Roy was 18 years old.
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"These heroes are dead. They died for liberty - they died for us. They are at rest. They may or may not sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest. Earth may run red with other wars - they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead." ~Robert G. Ingersoll