At the outbreak of the First World War Thomas was an apprentice carpenter, growing up in St Albans. He was impressed by the soldiers he saw in town and, like many other boys, thought the war would be an adventure. He was only 16 when he and his friends tried to join up. The Recruiting Officer was not taken in by their enthusiasm and told them all to ‘go home and get some of mother’s puddings into you’ and come back when they were old enough.
‘… it would be a good thing if all young people could visit this area – they would then perhaps realise the sacrifices of my generation.’
A few months later and now 17 but still underage, Thomas tried again. The Recruiting Officer ‘enquired my age, and I said “17, but I can be 19”, so he replied, “Well now … what year were you born in?” “Ah!” I said, “Well, 1896.” “That’s the right answer he said”.’ Thomas was finally in the Army.
He passed his training, made friends, learned to smoke and enjoyed the soldier’s life. ‘I soon made friends … and in the evening we paraded through the High Street, Hertford, feeling [like] quite big men.’