This page is dedicated to those who gave there lives and are laid to rest in Janefield cemetery
To read the inscription on the war graves please click on the image
The Cross Of Sacrifice is the first monument you will see as you walk through the gates of Janefield Cemetery. The Cross was designed by Reginald Blomfield and represents the faith of the majority.The Cross Of Sacrifice is found in cemeteries with over 40 war graves.
Janefield cemetery has a V.C winner in its grounds.
He was born to Colin McKechnie and Jane McKechnie (Nee McGregor) and was married to an Elizabeth McLean.McKechnie was 28 years old, and a sergeant in the Scots Fusilier Guards, British Army during the Crimean War when the following deed took place for which he was awarded the VC.On 20 September 1854 at the Battle of the Alma, Crimea, when the shot and fire from the batteries just in front of the battalion threw it into momentary disorder, it was forced out of its formation, becoming something of a huge triangle, with one corner pointing towards the enemy. A captain was carrying the Queen’s Colour which had the pole smashed and 20 bullet holes through the silk. Sergeant McKechnie held up his revolver and dashed forward, rallying the men round the Colours. He was wounded in the action.
These graves are tended by The Commonwealth War Graves Commission, since this photo was taken a new stone has been added .
The same grave stones with the adition of 326604 Private W Macintosh Arg & Suth Highrs
26th March 1917 Aged 22
These stones have recently been added by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission
Private D Moffat 135830 Lovat Scouts
By William Regan
War is like that- ringing bells and sobbing woman, lightsome joy and grief beyond expressing. While the victory carols are sounding and humanity dances along the flower strewn path towards peace let our souls observe a two minutes stillness to honour the fallen and mourn with those who have lost their loved ones.
Victory Day comes like a sharpened dagger to open the wounds of the bereaved. Too late, too late , they cry. The fallen fathers, sons, brothers, husbands, and sweethearts- these will not come back.
They have gone from human sight but their remains the memory of their goodness, their uncomplaining courage, their loving kindness for dear friends.
He is not dead, but sleeps; and soon he will arise and take me by the hand. I know he will awake and smile on me as he did yesterday.
And he will have some gentle word to say, some kindly deed to do; for loving thought, was warp and woof of which his life was wrought.
He is not dead. Such souls forever live in boundless measure of the love they give