Born: 1888, Thetford, Norfolk.

Died: 20th May 1915; age 27; Died Of Wounds – St. Omer.

Enlistment Location: Ipswich.

Date of Entry Therein: 7th November 1914.


Rank: Sargeant; Service Number: 1452.

Regiment: The Rifle Brigade, 2nd Battalion.


Medals Awarded: Victory, British War & the 1914 Star.


Grave Reference:


Longuenesse (St. Omer) Souvenir Cemetery,

Pas de Calais,



Relatives Notified & Address: Son of Albert Edward & Emily Florence Barnard; brother of Mrs. Lily Mary Stafford (wife of Alfred John Stafford), of 24, Albion Street, Ipswich, and the eldest grandson of Mr. Barnard, of 40, Cardinall’s Road, Stowmarket.




1891   36, Bury Road, Ipswich.


Albert was 3 years old and living with his parents & siblings.

Albert Edward Barnard, 28, an Engine Fitter, born Stowmarket, Suffolk.

Emily Florence Barnard (nee Balls), born Colchester, Essex.

Lily Mary Barnard, 8, born Colchester.

Kate Naomi Barnard, 5, born Colchester.

Robert Frederick Barnard, 1, born Thetford.

Elsie Florence Barnard, 1 month, born Thetford.


1901   56, Bramford Road, Ipswich.


Albert was 12 years old and living with his parents & siblings.

Albert, 38, an Engineer Fitter.

Emily, 37.

Kate, 14, a Net/Canvas maker.

Frederick, 11.

Elsie, 10.

Gertrude Eleanor Barnard, 8, born Forset Gate, London.

Dora Annie Barnard, 5, born Forset Gate.

Horace Victor Oliver Barnard, 2, born Deptford, London.

Gladys Pretoria Emmaline Barnard, 9 months, Deptford.


1911   India.


Albert was 25 years old, a Soldier ranked Acting Corporal in the 2nd Battalion, The Rifle Brigade.


Albert’s mother Emily Florence Barnard died in December 1909, at 16, Bramford Road, Ipswich.


Soldiers’ Effects to Mrs. Kate Naomi Stace – sister, of 10, Romney Street, Eastbourne – wife of George Stace.

An Ipswich man from the 2nd Battalion likely to be known to Albert ALFRED THOMAS SAWYER

E.A.D.T. – Wednesday, 6th January 1915 – CHRISTMAS AMENITIES – GERMANS WILLING TO PROLONG TRUCE – Sergeant Albert Barnard, of the 2nd Battalion, Rifle Brigade, writing on New Year’s Eve to his brother and sister in Ipswich says: –

“We have had rather an exciting time – rather out of the ordinary. We went in the trenches on Boxing Day, and there had not been a shot fired for two days. The regiment we relieved told us the Germans came out of their trenches and exchanged greetings. They advanced nah-way. So did our own people, and shook hands and passed the day.

The Germans said that they had beaten Russia. In fact, they said that they had wiped them out, and that they were coming back to us. France and us, they said, would be wiped out by April. What a different tale they heard. Our officers gave them some of the latest papers. They were surprised. They would not believe them. Well, we soon found out how they were placed.

The following morning (the 27th), at about 6 a.m., we saw some of them walk about in front of their trenches. Mind you, we would have been quite justified in firing at them. But we could not shoot them in cold blood. Not one of our men fired, and we got out of the trenches and walked about. We were waving to each other. All this happened about 300 yards from each other. This went on all through the day, and I think they would have still been the same. They do not want to fight. They say so themselves.

We got fed up with it, and we fired three shots into the air, rather high, and let them know we were serious again. Well, they answered, and after that they would not carry on. Four of the enemy came up to our trenches and surrendered. They told us that the Germans were going to make an attack at 12:15 that night. So we were prepared for them. Then at about twelve o’clock our guns started shelling their trenches. They must have caught some as they were walking about. It was terrible. Our guns were giving off rapid fire for an hour. We received no reply. Even then they got out of their trenches the next morning with the hope that we would not fire on them. We did not fire on a couple of them who came right out, but we fired a few rounds over their heads to keep them down. When we came away we were going on as usual. But they will not last much longer. They are fed up with it.

It was an ideal Christmas Day, but the next night and that following were beyond writing about; it was too much for words. The whole time we were in the trenches, and now we are out it’s lovely again. The Germans are as bad if not worse off than we are. In their position they have a river behind them, and if that floods what a hope they will have.”

Sergeant Albert Barnard encloses with the letter a Christmas postcard describing a trench scene, one of which was given by Lady Rawlinson, wife of the commander of the 4th Army Corps, to each man.


THE RIFLE BRIGADE 2nd Battalion:

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