Partridge, William Radcliffe (No. 4200499)

Partridge, William Radcliffe (Bill)

Fusilier

No. 4200499, 7th Battalion, Royal Welch Fusiliers

Killed in action on Monday 17 July 1944 (aged 27)

No known grave

Commemorated:

Commonwealth War Graves Commission

Bayeux Memorial, Calvados, France (Panel 14 Column 2)

BIOGRAPHY

The death of Fusilier William Radcliffe Partridge (No. 4200499) was reported in the 12 August 1944 edition of the Newtownards Chronicle under the headline Ards Lady Bereaved.

William Radcliffe (Bill) Partridge, a twin, was born on 20 March 1917 and he was a son of William Daniel Partridge and Louisa Alice Maud Partridge (nee Card) of 22 Bridgend Street, Ely, Cardiff, Glamorganshire in South Wales.  William Daniel Partridge worked as a stoker and his marriage to Louisa Alice Maud Card was registered in the third quarter of 1914 in Cardiff.  They had at least five children:

William R. (born 1915; died in infancy)

Thomas James twin, (born 20 March 1917 and baptised in the Church of St. Saviour Roath, Cardiff)

William Radcliffe (twin, born 20 March 1917 and baptised in the Church of St. Saviour Roath, Cardiff)

Albert George (born 30 March 1920)

Henry Charles (born 1 June 1926)

William Radcliffe (Bill) Partridge enlisted in 1940 and it was while the Royal Welch Fusiliers were stationed in the Ards area that he met Elizabeth McCauley of 45 Mill Street, Newtownards.  Elizabeth was a daughter of Samuel McCauley and she and Bill were married on 22 October 1941.

Two of Bill’s brothers were also on active service during the Second World War.

Fusilier William Radcliffe Partridge (No. 4200499) was 27 when he was killed in action in France on 17 July 1944, during the Allied advance after the Normandy landings in June 1944.

Fusilier William Radcliffe Partridge (No. 4200499) has no known grave and is commemorated on the Bayeux Memorial in France.  His widow Elizabeth placed an Our Heroes – In Memoriam notice in the 21 July 1945 edition of the Newtownards Chronicle and it contained the verse:

A soldier’s grave in an unknown land,

Holds one I love so dear,

A smiling face that won’t come home,

When they sound the last ‘All Clear’.