How a fallen Anzac found me
ANZAC Day now means a lot more to me because of my great-great-grandfather's brother's son.
His name is Cecil Clyde Barnsley. He fought in the First World War. He was in the third battalion in France and was blown up by a shell that hit him on the side of the face and was killed instantly on the 17th of August 1918. No one alive today in our family knew anything about it until I went down to the National War Memorial for Remembrance Day 2011.
I was looking and walking up and down along World War One side. I saw a lot of Barnes but I had not seen any Barnsley on the walls. I had asked my Dad a week before I went if there were any Barnsleys on the wall but he did not know of any. As I walked along there looking at 102,000 fallen Anzac names I found a CC Barnsley, but I did not know if he was related to me.
At home I researched him and found that he in fact is related to me. So I went and told my Pop and great Nan that I had found a Barnsley that had died in World War One. No one knew where he had been buried or where he had died, so we did some more research and found he was 21, lived in Sydney, fought on the Western Front and is now buried in Harbonnieres, France.
I think now it is amazing that out of all those names, he found me. He is now my forgotten hero that will now be remembered by our family forever. We attend Anzac Day celebrations for my Uncle Tom who fought in Vietnam and to remember fallen soldiers like CC Barnsley and hope their sacrifice will never be forgotten as these people gave their lives for our country. One day I will visit him in France and thank him for what he did.