It was a small item on page 7, on a day when the headlines trumpeted a French victory and drew attention to accusations of wartime graft. A small item on page 1 also reported that thousands had lined the funeral route of twenty-four victims of Friday’s Zeppelin raid, in an unnamed east coast town. (1)
Even if Percy had seen the report, he would not necessarily have linked it to his home town, since it merely repeated the official statement from the Ministry of Munitions of the day before. Still, Faversham must have sprung to the mind of anyone who knew anything about “munitions works in England.”
Historians of Faversham’s explosion tell us that the number of casualties was not as high as 200: they are still divided as to the number of dead — different sources give the figures of 106, 107, or 108. About a third of the bodies could not be identified, not surprisingly, given Will’s description of them as “roasted rabbits.” Some sixty-six others were injured. (2)
They were all men and boys. It was a Sunday, and women munition workers were not assigned Sunday shifts.