Remembrance Day 2019

Thank you Great Uncle Michael

My Great Uncle Rifleman M K Ryan M.M. as a young boy

This summer, my father told me about his mother’s brother, Michael Ryan, who served as a rifleman with B Company, 2nd Batallion, Royal Ulster Rifles. My father didn’t have much information although he was able to show me lots of photographs, which fortunately I copied. I have researched my family tree and have information about my father’s father, but not his mother, Michael Ryan’s sister. She was born in Greenock, Scotland. My father says Michael Ryan was born in Tipperary, Ireland. From his army record book, I can see that Michael was a Roman Catholic born on October 10, 1906. He was a labourer when he enlisted in Whitehall on December 12, 1925, aged 19.

The first photograph my father showed me was of Michael Ryan with Field Marshal Montgomery, known as Monty, who was among the most decorated military leaders of World War II. Michael Ryan is the soldier being addressed by Montgomery in this image.

I don’t have any context for this picture but my great uncle (army number 6197005) did, along with others from the 2nd Battalion, receive a Military Medal for “gallant, and distinguished services in action against the enemy during the period 10 May to 1 June 1940.” I’ll be looking into what happened and where for the 2nd Batallion Royal Ulster Rifles during these dates. According to his army record book, the action that led to the medal was in Belgium in 1940.

Below is a photograph of the daily orders detailing Michael Ryan’s medal and his invitation to his investiture at Buckingham Palace on November 4, 1941.

Michael and wife Kathleen

Michael Ryan was married and below is a letter he sent to his wife Kathleen Ryan (nee Kenny), presumably from France. He wrote,

“My Darling Kathleen,

Please excuse typing, I have done so much writing these past few days that I decided to borrow a typewriter, they say a change is as good as a rest. Sorry to see that your weather is bad, down here we couldn’t wish for better, the sun is very strong…
…Well, my Dear, the big show can’t be very far now and I want to say, please don’t worry because I’m confident that I’ll come through O.K. and I want you to feel the same. If you don’t get letters from me regularly don’t worry because you can depend on it that I will write every time I get the chance.

One thing I have decided is, that as soon as this lot is over, I’m going to see to it that you have a good long rest because you deserve it, and furthermore if your Dad is still alive I will take you out of it and let someone else have a go at keeping him.
Cheers for now & all my love, from Your Michael x x x x x x
P.S. Am sending six tea cloths.”

Caption: Rifleman Michael Ryan and B Company, front row, far left.
Michael was killed instantly by heavy shelling.
Michael’s army book updated.


But Michael never did get home to give Kathleen the rest he so clearly thought she deserved. He was a clerk and was killed, instantly, by heavy shelling while making his way to headquarters on July 4, 1944. In the letter written by an army major to Kathleen, I can’t make out the location of his death in a village in France. It seems to begin with B.

Michael Ryan’s grave today


It says in the letter to Kathleen that Michael was buried in a park that surrounds a chateau. A padre held a service for Michael, which was attended by the commanding officer, the major whose name I cannot read but will research, and several of Michael’s friends. I will certainly be going to pay my respects at Michael’s grave.

Dear Michael,
I never knew you, but I thank you.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving your life for the life and freedom I have and that I deeply and truly cherish.
This year, on Remembrance Day, and forever more, I will think of you, just 37 years old, and your Kathleen. Your sacrifice was immeasurable.
I won’t forget you. My great nephew, Riley, wrote a poem for Remembrance Day last year. This year I’m going to tell him, and all my great nieces and nephews about you. They are gorgeous kids, my great nieces and nephews, thoughtful and kind, and I know they will eventually tell their children about you too. They will remember you, we all will. You won’t be forgotten.
Thank you, Great Uncle Michael.
Love, Marnie

Additional Information. Interestingly, Field Marshal Montgomery, as well as being in command of all Allied ground forces during Operation Overlord (Battle of Normandy) among other things, commanded the British Eighth Army in the Western Desert from August, 1942 until the final Allied victory in Tunisia in May, 1943. According to Wikipedia, this included the Second Battle of El Alamein and the Allied invasions of Sicily and Italy. According
to my Uncle Mickey, my maternal grandfather, William (Bill) Mahoney, a
rifleman and driver (army number 7020337), fought in the Eighth Army under Montgomery against Rommel’s German Panzer (tank) division and then fought in Sicily and Italy. I’m slightly confused here because Wikipedia says the Panzers were involved in the First Battle of El Alamein and Montgomery wasn’t yet out there. I have a lot more learning to do! I have a note scribbled from a conversation with Uncle Mickey that says my Grandad Bill trained in Balleymoney in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. His online army record says he was a 2nd lieutenent in the Royal Artillery. I’m fascinated that two relatives, one from my paternal side and one maternal, came into contact with Field Marshal Montgomery.

Grandad Bill was from Fulham. His great grandparents, Dennis and Margaret, were from Cork in Ireland and escaped the Great Hunger (Irish potato famine) and made their way to London. Dennis and Margaret’s
son, also called Dennis, married Mary and they had a son called James who married a woman called Margaret (Meg) Edwards. Meg was a Romany Gypsy from Abergavenny who ran a rifle range on a traveling fairground. It seems likely that she met James Mahoney at a fairground, possibly Clapham Common, where he was a bare knuckle fighter. Meg and James had 18 children, one of whom was Grandad Bill. Grandad Bill married Nanny Jean Goldstein, a Jew whose heritage we sadly have been unable to trace (so far) since she was brought up in an orphanage. My mother, who was born a couple of months before the Second World War started, didn’t find out her mother’s maiden name until she was well into adulthood. Nanny Jean had been too afraid to tell her children that she was Jewish.

8 Comments

  1. Jo Roberts on November 11, 2019 at 9:23 pm

    What a compelling and beautiful tribute to your Great Uncle Michael, and an encouragement to all of us to look into our own family history and the extraordinary stories within. The wonderful photographs and poignant letter in which the author’s voice can be heard so clearly are precious treasures. I would be keen to know what you discover about the period of 10 May to 1 June 1940. This is a fascinating insight into not only Michael’s story but others in your family – Meg and James (18 children!), Grandad Bill and Nanny Jean. That Riley too has written about Remembrance Sunday and that you will share the story of Michael’s courage and bravery with him and the next generation of the family is a beautiful and important act of preservation. Thank you for sharing it more widely with us in your own authentic style too. It has helped me to stop and mark this Remembrance Day. Jo

    • Marnie on November 13, 2019 at 10:20 am

      Thanks so much for taking the time to read it, and for your thoughtful comments, Jo. Precious treasures indeed.

  2. Marian Green on November 15, 2019 at 7:53 pm

    Amazing Marnie. Loved reading about your great uncle Michael Ryan. And as he was originally form Tipp, like my grandad Michael Ryan, we may just possibly be related … That would be hilarious.

    • Marnie on November 18, 2019 at 1:33 pm

      Oh my goodness, Marian, what a coincidence and wouldn’t that be amazing! My husband is Welsh, an Edwards, so there’s a tiny possibly he and I are related too – although my Meg Edwards is from Abergavenny and he’s from north Wales. Thanks so much for taking the time to read this – appreciate it, Marnie

  3. John Mahoney on December 3, 2019 at 1:49 am

    Hi Marnie, some interesting family history there. A good story well told; and with so many images too!

    My own father (your grandfather) was also in the Royal Ulster Rifles in 1939 but later moved to the Royal Regiment of Artillery, so also under “Monty”, but I’m not sure he ever had a one to one with him. Having served in North Africa and up through Sicily and Italy as a driver/gunner, he ended the war transporting our troops from Germany back to France for their journey home and “demob”. He made several such trips and thus was one of the last to arrive home in 1946.

    Dad never gave details about his time at war and I suspect there was much sadness and horror involved. He would however, tell some humorous anecdotes and I am glad to say we have a number of the photos he sent home to mum.

    One thing I would like to share with you is about the time I asked dad why he never had any tattoos; they were so common as most men had been in the services (there was still conscription when I was a boy) yet he had none?
    I guess we can’t always know what goes on inside even those close to us; and his answer truly blew me away when he said, “Boy, I fought a war for six years so people didn’t have to be tattooed”!
    Then got up and went out to see to his pigeons.
    The reference to this particular inhumanity was not lost on me as my mother’s parents had fled eastern Europe during a previous persecution of the Jewish people before the first world war.

    Keep up your memoir work, we need it all recorded, who knows maybe one day we will learn from it! John.

    • Marnie on December 3, 2019 at 6:14 pm

      Thanks so much for that, Uncle Dodda. How incredible, and moving, to think of Grandad saying that so passionately. Still waters run deep.
      Looking forward to seeing those pics and hearing more anecdotes! Much love, Marnie

  4. Paul Scanlon on September 14, 2021 at 12:04 am

    Hi Marnie
    I stumbled across your blog and my Dad was in 2 RUR during WW2. Over the years I have put together whatever information I have found about their action during the war and added it to my commemorative blog at http://royal-ulster-rifles-ww2.blogspot.com.

    Your great uncle Michael “Sticky” Ryan M.M. gets numerous mentions and was a well known member of the regiment, some extra information you may not have been aware of:

    The photo of Montgomery speaking to him was taken at a parade inspection at Droxford in May 1944. Rifleman Ryan M.M. was known to Monty because he was with the regiment when Montgomery was in charge of them at the start of the war and would have known him because of his Military Medal Awarded for his bravery in the retreat to Dunkirk – see:

    http://royal-ulster-rifles-ww2.blogspot.com/p/2-rur-honours-and-awards.html
    http://royal-ulster-rifles-ww2.blogspot.com/p/dunkirk.html

    He was also one of the first off the landing craft on D-Day and helped other troops get to sure by taking a rope to the beach for them to move along:
    http://royal-ulster-rifles-ww2.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-june-normandy-landing.html

    2 RUR lost a lot of men attacking and securing Cambes Wood/Cambes En Pleine between June 7th and early July and it seems that Michael was killed in shelling at Cambes on the 4th July, as a runner he would quite possibly have been out in the open and not within the comparative safety of a trench/foxhole.

    I hope this helps with your research, if you haven’t read it already, I would strongly recommend “The Rifles Are There” by Orr and Truesdale where he gets further mentions.

    Best regards.

    • Marnie on September 16, 2021 at 11:45 am

      Hi Paul, so good to hear from you – thank you very much for finding me. I will check out your blog for more information on Michael Ryan. I do have that book, am yet to read it all, but I did glean that he once made a witty comment about ferretts, which tickled me no end! I did know that he was first off the landing craft and helped the others, a very moving thought. I didn’t know that about the photo of Monty though, wonderful! Or that he was a runner – so I am extremely grateful for this additional information, as I did wonder how he actually came to be killed. Bless his heart, and all their hearts. I hope he knew nothing about it. Warmest wishes to you and yours, Paul. Marnie

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