
Lord Ashcroft, in an article published in the Daily Telegraph, suggested that bravery might be something in the blood, handed down through the genes. L/Cpl Leakey is not the only member of his family to have won the VC; Sgt Nigel Gray Leakey, Joshua's second cousin twice removed, was posthumously awarded the medal in the Second World War. As further evidence of the existence of what he calls the "bravery gene", Lord Ashcroft pointed out that three fathers and sons have been awarded the medal as well as four pairs of brothers. And there are plenty of other cases of blood relations winning the medal. Given that the VC has been awarded only 1,358 times, those family connections form a significant proportion of the total awards.
Interestingly, Lord Ashcroft agrees with something I have long believed, that there are two types of bravery. The first - and, perhaps, most obvious - is the sort of bravery shown by L/Cpl Leakey who ran through heavy fire to rescue trapped and wounded comrades. he has been reported as saying that he didn't think what might happen to him, he simply took the action that seemed necessary. This is the sort of unthinking bravery that has been the reason for the award of many of the VCs that have been won.
I think there is also another type of courage, what Lord Ashcroft describes as "cold" courage. This is the courage shown by, for example, bomb disposal experts who regularly put themselves into dangerous and potentially fatal situations well aware beforehand what they are doing. A prime example of this type of courage was shown by another Lance Corporal in the First World War. In 1918, during the Battle of the River Aisne, Joel Halliwell was captured by the Germans and was a prisoner for a short time before escaping back to British territory. He was met with carnage along the way, seeing many of his comrades lying wounded in the chaos. Finding a stray enemy horse, he rode back through the heavy shell- and gunfire to pick up the wounded one by one and take them back to safety. Braving these terrifying conditions over and over, he picked up ten of his comrades until unfortunately, the horse was fatally wounded. He then trekked well over a mile and back to bring water for the wounded men.
I can but wonder when I consider the bravery shown by men such as these.
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