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My grandfathers
This site is dedicated to my Grandfather, who disappeared after returning from WWI. He fought for my freedom which I know does not come without cost. I am eternally grateful for his efforts and what he stood for. I love you Grandad, good on ya mate. FOR KING & COUNTRY. R.I.P. Albert Alfred Curry.

My grandfathers fought together in World War One

I never new what my grandfathers had done in the Great War and what sacrifices and risks they took to try and keep the peace in world. They believed in the British Empire and to advance Australia forward. To die for your King and Country was a honourable thing to do.

They both fought at the Western Front France/ Belgium between the years of 1916-1918 with their brothers and their mates. They all came back as different men. One did not make it back at all. These are their stories of what they went through.

Albert Alfred Curry Grandfather
Henry Ernest Curry

Henery John Marchment Grandfather
Robert Westall Marchment
Stan Hastings Marchment

A sad family letter written from the war

My dear brother Jack,

No doubt you have heard of the sad news which I cabled to the Rev. Morris of Stan’s death and you will know the task. I have set before me when I have to write the circumstances of his death, and although a painful duty it must be done.”

“Well Jack, before we went out on the night of the 25th. He had an idea something was going to happen to him, and he gave a letter to one of our boys to have posted for him in England. I don’t know who it was to, but I think it was to a girl in Wauchope, but not certain. However, he didn’t want it censored and one of the officers put his name on it and put it through. He went out cheerful as ever a man could especially when he had an idea he was going to his doom.”

“Although in the Company a very short time he had become very popular with the boys and he was a very fine stamp of a fellow and as good as anyone in the Company. He had not been in the Company many weeks before he was made No.2 on the Gun and his Officer thought a great deal of him. However, it appears from what Sergt. Kershaw told me yesterday that he and three other boys were with their Gun digging in a position for the Gun when the Germans put over a barrage fire from their heavy batteries into Glencourse Wood where Stan and his mates were, and got the four of them.”

I can honestly say that he suffered no pain as it was instantaneous death with him. The boys got the things off him and gave them to Lieut. Watson, his officer, who at present is still in the line. Suppose he will see me when he comes out and hand them to me.”

It turns out that Glencourse Wood turned out a veritable Hell for our boys and not only us but many other good Australian Father, Mother, Sister, Sweetheart and Brother, will get very sad news from that encounter, but we can safely say that although our casualties were heavy, we made the Germans pay three times as great, as they were just simply mown down like hay before the Reaper with our Artillery and Machine Gun fire. Now Jack, Old Boy, I will send Stan’s belongings home as soon as I possibly can, and I will name each thing to be distributed separately, as I know, you will all like something to keep in memory of him, Jack. I knew something had happened to him before I was ever told. Something seemed to tell me there was something , and I was continually asking the boys if they had heard anything of him, and although they knew, they would not tell me as the news wasn’t definite, but when I was told the next morning, I just laid down and howled like a kid. It takes me all my time now to keep my eyes dry while I try to pen you these sad lines, but Jack, Old Boy, what is to be will be, and he has gone now never to return.”

No German will ever get any pity from me and I hope never to see one again in Australia, otherwise He and I may get into holts. I forgot to tell you that the boys buried Stan and put a temporary Cross over him and are having a better one erected later as it cannot be done now as the battle is still raging. We are doing well and the Fritzes are coming over in hundreds with their hands up- they simply won’t fight, but it is their Artillery that is catching us, and that is all that is saving them. If it was man to man, we would be in Berlin in a week, but as things are, our Artillery is much superior to his and you can imagine how he is getting cut up.

“Well Jack, Old Boy, my only trouble now is Dear Old Dad, who I am very much afraid will not stand the strain of the news about Stan. I am expecting bad news from home, as I know the condition poor old Dad is in and if anything does happen, I sincerely hope that you will not keep it from us, but may God be merciful to him and spare him to see us boys home safely once again. Now Jack, will you show this letter all round , as I do not have the heart to write to you all individually and don’t forget to show Uncle Bill at Rawdon Island and the Rev. Morris. So with fondest love to you all, I must close and remain

Ever Your Loving and affectionate Brother Bob.

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