Harold was the eldest son of Edward and Mary Burrows of 150 Wellington Road North. The 1901 Census shows that the couple had three other children - Edith (then 6), Arthur (4) and Evelyn (2).
He had been educated at Stockport Grammar School and then went to work for the local engineering firm of Mirrlees, Bickerton & Day Ltd. His father was the Registrar for Stockport's No. 5 District.
When War was declared in August 1914, many of Stockport's young middle class men went to enlist within days. Few chose to join the local territorial battalion of the Cheshire Regiment, preferring to enlist into one of its counterparts in the Manchesters. Most of them joined the 6th battalion but some, like Harold, found themselves in other units. By the middle of September, he was aboard a ship bound for Egypt where he spent the next seven months undergoing his army training. Some details of this time can be found here. On 3 May 1915, the time for training was over and the men embarked to go into action at Gallipoli, landing on the 7th.
The next day, they moved forward to support positions in the Krithia NUllah sector, taking over a section of the front line on the 16th. It would be Harold's first and last time in the trenches. His Company Commander, Captain Oldfield, wrote to his parents:
"He was killed on the evening we were to be relieved in the trenches. He was passing along the firing line when a sniper's bullet hit him in the head, killing him instantaneously. We are all particularly sorry to have lost him as he was always very cheerful and cool under fire. As matter of fact, his name was to have appeared in orders the next night for promotion to lance corporal and I had only informed him of that a few hours before. The particular action that had called attention to him was a few days before when he was one of a party under the Battalion Sergeant Major sent to bring rations to the trenches. As they were some way from the trench, a heavy shrapnel fire broke over them and most men dropped their boxes and sought cover. Burrows merely lay down flat and, when the fire eased off a little, collected all the boxes and took them to the trench one by one. The Sergeant Major mentioned his coolness to me and the Commanding Officer was going to have a word with him. I feel sure you will be glad to hear of this. We buried him near the trenches before we were relieved and, as there was no chaplain, I read the burial service over his grave. I have been up there today again and put a wooden cross over the grave and photographed it. We are not allowed to send any photos home yet but I am carrying them about with me and will send you prints as soon as it is possible to get them developed. I am sending you now the photos that were in his pockets. We have lost a good comrade and the other officers of the Company join me in asking you to accept our sympathy."
It is not known if Mr & Mrs Burrows ever received the photos as Edmund Burrows was killed in action in the forthcoming attack on 4/5 June. Harold's grave may have been destroyed by shellfire in the remaining months of the campaign. Certainly, its location had been lost by the time of the Armistice.