At eighteen years and seven months, Horace was the youngest of the Wymeswold men to die in the Great War. His roots were very local; the Giles’ were an established Wymeswold family, and Horace’s mother was from the Towell family in the next village, Burton on the Wolds.
His father was a grazier, renting fields to raise livestock; most of the farming in the area was beef cattle, in contrast to today’s mix of arable and sheep. Horace attended the local school and may well have worked for his father from the age of thirteen or so. It seems likely that he was called up soon after his eighteenth birthday in November 1917, and by the following July he was dead.
He would have been sent for training, presumably at the South Lancashire Fusiliers depot, before being sent overseas, so he would have arrived on the Western Front in late spring 1918. His war was short. We know nothing of the circumstances of his death, other than he died of wounds. In Bringing Them Home, I make some educated guesses about where and how he may have been mortally wounded.