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This is a cutting that does not appear to have been written by Raymond Jones but but possibly by Leonard Haynes, Gwyneth Vaughan Jones' friend. Exert. Source not verifiable. I was told to make myself and my men comfortable at once. I sent them to billets not far away for which I made a humble request the following day! I had no building materials. I sent my men to find some and they brought enough to make a dugout and then reported that they were to be arrested if they went to the dump again. That required careful consideration as it was out of my army area. However in about three days material came and in two days more everyman was under cover in a beautiful dug out. The O.C. came down and saw a street of houses where hither to there had merely been a track and he complemented me very highly. I threw off my tunic and dug - that impressed the troops. Being O.C. is not at all bad. I paraded my detachments one day and told them home truths which had a great effect, best of all I made a sergeant work and felt pleased with himself for doing so. Enough of this! Selfpride is no commendation …You will understand that the time has not been with out its excitement. Until today – for the last fortnight I was in charge of a detached section of two pieces, 40 men and one junior officer. I was visited by one colonel, one brigadier and major general R.A. and I am pleased to tell you that I did that which is most important of all in the army – I answered all the questions addressed to me without hesitation. I camouflaged two places so well that the colonel reported to the G.C. that they were not there! The G.O.C. however to whom I showed them was frightfully bucked. The brigadier in one of our discussions said: “Well you are an authority in these matters.” And I am not!! He was not sarcastic. He was just giving in gracefully on a certain point. They really were very nice. I can gather all kinds of property, which does not belong to me. I can build dugouts which delight the soul of an R.E. You a see I was only sent out to an open field and told to dig a dugout.
Notice from local paper
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In Loving Memory Of Lieut. Raymond Jones RAMC 129 Field Killed In Action July 10 1916 RIP
An Englyn by R. William Parry in ‘Yr Haf a Cherddi Eraill’
In Memoriam to a doctor, ‘Meddyg’ – Dr Raymond Jones, Llanrhaeadr yn Mochnant, Gwendid mewn gofid gafodd ei ofal, A’I Lafur tra galodd: Yntau ei hun a hunodd Yn yr man a’r modd.
Roughly translated as
‘He cared for the weak and troubled as long as he was able: He himself died in the same place And in the same manner.’
Rest in Peace
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