THOMSON, DUNCAN TURNER, Private, No. 118, 9th Battn. (Glasgow Highlanders) Highland Light Infantry (T.F.), s. of Alexander Thomson, of 8, Hamilton Park Terrace, Glasgow, M.B., C.M., Edinburgh, by his wife, Mary J. McKean, dau. of the Rev. Duncan Turner, M.A.; b. Huntly, co. Aberdeen, 23 Dec. 1888; educ. Glasgow Academy, and the Royal Technical College, Glasgow; was a fully qualified and diplomated architect, and was in the employment of Mr. P. Macgregor Chelmers, Glasgow; joined the 9th Highland L.I. Territorials in 1908; volunteered for active service on the outbreak of war; went to France in Oct. 1914, and died in the General Hospital, Northampton, 30 July, 1915, of wounds received in action on 19 June. He was shot by a sniper when on duty in the trenches at Vermelles; unm.
Capt. A. K. Reid wrote: “He was a man for whom I had the highest regard, especially since we came out here, and he was one of the most popular members of the company. His good humour even under the most trying circumstances caused him to be liked by all. He could be trusted at all times to do his duty as a soldier and as a man. I saw him in the Vermelles trenches a few minutes after he was hit, and he left us to walk back to the dressing station with a cheery good-bye to us all “; and one of his comrades, writing to a friend, said: “You doubtless have heard of Duncan Thomson’s death. Man! Why is it that all those splendid sportsmen get knocked out, and the rest of us go free. He was an awfully decent chap and I saw quite a lot of him in the G.H. at Dunfermline and in France. A more thorough, straighter, cleaner chap you could not meet. Five of the old 1st Battn.-friends of his-and myself carried the coffin into the Kirk, and then again to the grave. It wasn’t a military funeral (military honours having been paid when the body left Northampton), so we could only salute his grave, but if ever a man deserved honours at his graveside he did. We called him ‘Sniper’ out there, for the simple reason that he was so delightfully cool and casual. He never fired a shot at anything unless he was absolutely certain. If ever you wanted a hot drink, or anything to cheer yourself up with, you went to Duncan, and sure enough then you got it.”
Source : De Ruvigny’s Roll Of Honour Vol 1