Of the five Gordon brothers who fought in the First World War, two are remembered on the Sevenoaks War memorial. Donald Jervis Gordon was the first to be killed, dying on the third day of the battle of the Somme in 1916. Donald was a Lieutenant in the Border Regiment.
Donald Jervis Gordon
His younger brother, Bernard Vernon, was killed later that year in December 1916, in a flying accident in Northumberland whilst serving with the Royal Flying Corps.
Bernard Vernon Gordon
The remaining brothers who fought were Thomas Milford – a Second Lieutenant in the Royal Engineers, Edward Basil and Cedric Foskett Gordon. During the course of my research for the book, a family friend of Cedric, David Lambourne, contacted me with information about him, including Cedric’s obituary and recently one of Cedric’s nephews, Martin Gordon, wrote to me from Australia, having been pleased to find the photograph of his uncle that David had sent me and which is now displayed on my ancestry page for Sevenoaks as well as in the War Memorial Gallery on this site.
Cedric lived to the ripe old age of 89, dying in Sevenoaks in 1979. Like his brothers Donald and Edward he was educated at Lancing College, were he excelled in sports. In 1910, he was commissioned into the North Staffordshire Regiment. He was sent to France on the outbreak of war and was wounded twice. In 1915 he was awarded the Military Cross for leading an attack on a village.
His second injury was the most serious and resulted in his losing a leg. You might be forgiven for thinking that this would be the end of his war service but Cedric joined the Royal Flying Corps and continued his wartime service as an observer and air gunner on the Western Front. He was subsequently awarded the Croix de Guerre in 1917, was mentioned in dispatches four times and awarded the military class of the OBE in 1919.
According to another nephew, quoted in his obituary, Cedric was shot at during one flight with the bullet shattering his wooden leg. On landing, he was said to have found the stray bullet in his pocket and was confined to bed until the camp carpenter had made him a new leg.
Cedric, on left, having lost his right leg
After the war, and having gained his pilot’s licence despite his wooden leg, Cedric was sent to Russia with British forces to aid the White Russians in the Crimea in their fight against the Bolsheviks. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and received the Order of St Ann and the Order of St Stanislas from the Russians. After leaving Russia, he flew in Palestine, where during one flight for reconnaissance work, he was forced to land in the desert and was, according to his obituary ‘picked up by a band of friendly Arabs’.
Cedric later worked for British intelligence in mainland China, before returning to England and taking command of the RAF Bloom Centre. During the Second World War, he was eventually put in charge of the South East Air Training Corps and was also a member of the Home Guard.
On his retirement, he returned to Lancing College, where his brother Edward was a Master, to become Bursar. Later in life he became well known in Sevenoaks for his involvement in the local scouting movement.
Cedric’s nephew, Martin Gordon, wrote to me with his memories of his uncle:
He lived in a big house with grounds in Sevenoaks. He had big vegetable gardens, a large pig, called Mr Pig, and even a little wood on a hill. He had a little MG which he used to drive my sister and I into town with – we stood up in the boot. He never married and lived with his sister Kathleen. She affectionately called him “Beast” and he had a similarly uncomplimentary name for her, which I can no longer remember. He was a wonderful man- we lived near London, but we drove over to visit about once a year when I was a child, and it was always one of my favourite days of the year.
To my shame, I never quizzed him about his life. All I can remember is that he was a pilot in World War I and he lost a leg. He still had the trench coat he was wearing when he was wounded, with a hole burned in it – he showed it to me. He said he also fought in Russia after the war for the RAF. One of the things he told me was that when he was in Russia, he was shot down and had to walk through the snow back to base. I have recently been able to check the facts, and this is what actually happened:
On 23 December 1919 the plane he was in was hit and they had to make a forced landing behind enemy lines. He and the pilot burned the plane and set off walking through the winter snow. You can imagine how cold it was, Christmas time in Russia! And they didn’t get back to base until the next day. I can’t imagine how he did that with one leg.
Martin Gordon is investigating his uncle’s service in Russia and I am continuing to research the service of all of the brothers who fought during the war and who gave so much to their country.
10 thoughts on “Cedric Gordon, An Undaunted Hero”
I met him. Lived yards from his house in Sevenoaks (as a child). terrific guy. I used to play in the grounds of his house as a child.
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Hi John! Me too. My family lived in Bradbourne Park Road and our friends, the Campbells, took us there – spent many happy hours in their garden! Best Didi
I met him as a child in Sevenoaks -mid 1960s?. A huge house with a large tortoise shell on the wall. My father, John Greenwood and his brother John were in the scouts and they were very appreciative of his mentoring. On his mantleshelf he had the bone of his missing leg mounted, like a trophy. I will never forget that sight. Met him one more time. He had moved to a much smaller house with very ferocious geese surrounding it…A great guy, who talked to a young snot nosed child as an adult
Cissie and Skipper were lovely people, l spent much of my time in the mid 60’s playing in his amazing garden. My 2 friends, Lorraine and Richard, and l were often invited in for squash and also one teatime we had bantam eggs. I used to love going up into the attic where all of Skipper’s old wooden legs, piles of wooden skis, WW1 shell casings and a huge set of buffalo horns were stored. Skipper was a tough person, the amount of times he stumbled and fell going down to his garden and just got back up showed the determination he had. I have some wonderful childhood memories of my time l spent with them and the freedom of playing in the garden even being chased by Vietnam and Vietcong the 2 crazy geese. I still have a staff that Skipper let me have that is from the Philippine Islands, l believe, that has a carved monkey on the top. Fabulous people and l’m so pleased to find this website and see him once again.
I too played in his attic, although I’m not sure we had permission. I well remember the old 303 bullet casings…I’m sure that some of them were live! Did you ever meet my father Roy Greenwood? He is now 93 years old. Cheers, Neil Greenwood
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Hello Neil, I’m 66 but don’t remember Gunner so he must have preceded me. I don’t recall your Father’s name or yours, I used to live near Bradbourne Lakes and went to Riverhead Primary School. I’m glad I don’t recall his conserved leg eek! I didn’t meet Basil and the only family I recall were his nephew and his family. When did you spend time there? So sad by the time I around 18+ the house had been demolished and later houses built on it.
Hallo Margaret! How old are you? I also spent many happy hours with Skipper Gordon, Gunner and Cissie in Sevenoaks. I also remember the rest of his leg conserved under glass…!Also the geese! Also their brother who had his pupils’ milk teeth on a Walking stick – was that Basil???
Hello Didi, sorry l got my wires crossed and answered your queries to Neil! I can no longer multi task and should stop trying to!! As you will read by my reply to Neil I’m 66 and grew up very near to Bradbourne Lakes se we were very close at the time. Did you go to Hatton School or another nearby?