Charles Ward was born in January 1880 in Islington, London. His father
William Hargrave Ward was born in Scarborough and had
moved to London
some time before 1871 to seek employment as a cabinet maker, which was his
trade. William made a brief return to Scarborough to marry Jane Gray on the 8th
July 1874 and took his new bride back to London
to live. They had 3 children, the first child William Hargrave
Ward was born in July 1875, he was either stillborn or died soon after birth
because his death is registered in July 1875 as well. Their second child was
George Stanley Ward and Charles was their third and last child. Major illness
shortened their father’s life and meant that the two boys had to return to Scarborough to be looked after by their grandparents. In
the 1891 census Charles was living with his Grandfather and Grandmother Gray
whilst George Stanley was living with his Grandmother Ward and Great Aunt Pecket. Their mother, who had been a widow for 4 years was
working in London
as a domestic servant. Family legend has it that Charles and George used to
meet up, whenever they weren’t at school, and spend hours playing around Scarborough castle.
As the 19th
century was drawing to a close war was threatening in South Africa
and Charles answered the call to serve his country by enlisting with the 3rd
(Prince of Wales’s) Dragoon Guards which was a cavalry regiment in the British
Army. It is unclear why he joined a cavalry unit, but it is quite possible that
he could have been employed as a stable lad in Scarborough
and thereby learned how to handle a horse. His regiment was deployed to the Boer War in
1901.
The British soldiers thought that the Boer
War would be over by Christmas, but the reality was that nearly three years
later the Boer War had been the most bitter, cruel, and most savage war fought
between white men since the Crimean war. To the British soldiers, South Africa
was anything but what they expected. The land, beautiful though it was, seemed
inherently hostile. The culture shock for the thousands of soldiers who had
come from England
must have been great. The unending miles of plains where horizons didn’t exist,
but seemed to dissolve into each other was so alien to them that they must have
realised that the war was going to be great trial to them.
As the soldiers began to march across the north-eastern Cape and southern Free
State, walking in columns consisting of several thousand men, and following
endless lines of hundreds of supply wagons, drawn by thousands of horses and
oxen, the dust chafed their skins, clogged their lungs and noses and burnt
their eyes. As the scorching days went by, the sun fried the skin off their
faces, ears and noses, and huge, angry sun blisters and painfully chapped lips
made their lives a misery, and each night when the men removed their boots,
they pulled off their blood soaked socks to examine their badly blistered feet,
it must have made them wonder why they ever joined up. Each day brought hunger, thirst and utter
exhaustion. The river beds were dry in the beginning, so water was scarce for
drinking and unavailable for washing. The men lived and slept in one set of
clothes and after weeks of marching they were beyond the meaning of filthy. But
when the rains came they only replaced one set of miseries with another. The
British camps were quickly turned into squelching quagmires. The ammunition
wagons sank down into the mud, and were practically immovable. The rain was
torrential, probably the like of which the soldiers had never seen before, and
they had quite often no shelter for the night as the supply wagons were bogged
down in the mud. Surviving must have been a living nightmare as each season
changed. In the winter several men died from cold and exposure. But this was
not the end of the British army’s miseries. The medical services of the army
proved to be woefully inadequate, and by the time the soldiers reached Bloemfontein, the capital of the Orange Free State Republic,
a massive proportion of the army was sick to the point of death. At the battle
of Modderrivier the desperate men had drunk water
that was contaminated by the corpses of dead Boers, horses and cattle. Dysentry was raging, typhus fever was running uncontrolled
and fever and other diseases were killing dozens of troops a day. The hospitals
were overflowing and thousands of troops died. It was an uphill battle for the
soldiers to stay healthy on a diet of army biscuits and bully beef. Eventually
far more soldiers died of disease than from being casualties of war. Typically
the symptoms of enteric fever, which is better known as typhoid, include a
general ill-feeling and abdominal pain, a high temperature of over 103 degrees,
fever and severe diarrhea occur as the disease progresses along with delirium
and hallucinations. Charles Ward was one of these unfortunate men, he died of enteric fever on the 3rd April
1901 having just reached the age of 21. One has to wonder what Charles must
have gone through being so ill and so far from home, and how often he must have
wished himself back in Scarborough safe and
well. He was a sad loss of a handsome and promising young son, brother and
grandson in the prime of his life.
Charles’s death as it was recorded in the Times Newspaper

South African Field Force Casualties
11 Oct 1899 - 31 May 1902
Officers Men
Killed in Action 518 5,256 5,774
Died of Wounds 183 1,835 2,018
Died of Disease etc 339 12,911 13,250
Prisoners who died in Captivity 5 97 102
Accidental Deaths 27 711 738
Total deaths in South Africa October 1899 - May 1902
1,072 20,810 21,882
Prisoners and missing 105
Sent home as invalids 3,116 72,314
Of the 72,314 men sent home as invalids 508 died, 8221
wounded, 5,789 discharged as unfit for service and 63,644 were sick.
Total casualties in South Africa October 1899 - May 1902
4,188 93,229 97,717 (Total)