Two Brothers Serving in France, item 7
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304889, Pte. A. Rendell
"C" Company, 21st Batt,
Hut C, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always
struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him if he
was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I
had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank
blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and
the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown
off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-
gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received
no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the
wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and
Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank
and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition
in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire
all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to
wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The guards
advanced then and I took one of them to a dressing station about a mile away,
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304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always
struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him if he
was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I
had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank
blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and
the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown
off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-
gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received
no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the
wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and
Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank
and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition
in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire
all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to
wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The guards
advanced then and I took one of them to a dressing station about a mile away,
-
304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always
struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him if he
was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I
had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank
blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and
the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown
off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-
gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received
no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the
wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and
Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank
and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition
in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire
all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to
wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The guards
advanced then and I took one of them to a drerssing station about a mile away,
-
304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always
struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him if he
was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I
had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank
blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and
the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown
off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-
gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received
no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the
wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and
Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The gaurds ... advanced then and I took one of them to a drerssing station about a mile away,
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304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always
struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him if he
was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I
had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank
blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The gaurds ... advanced then and I took one of them to a drerssing station about a mile away,
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304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always
struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him if he
was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The gaurds ... advanced then and I took one of them to a drerssing station about a mile away,
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304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your
letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not
know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a
sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, "Bonny Auld Scotland,
I wonder if I shall ever see it again". I suppose I must live in hope if I die
in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him i f he was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The gaurds ... advanced then and I took one of them to a drerssing station about a mile away,
-
304889, Gte, A. Rendell
``b`` Company, 21st Batt,
Hut b, 21 Worgret Camp
Wareham, Dorset
29 th Nov, 1918.
Dear Mrs Anthony,
Just a few lines to let you know that I received your letter, and to give you any information that I can concerning your husband. I do not know whither he had any presentiment of his death but I remember him having a sprig of white heather just before he was killed, and he said, ``Bonny Auld Scotland, I wonder if I shall ever see it again``. I suppose I must live in hope if I die in despair. We were all expecting to be killed or wounded, but your husband always struck me as man who tried to live a life that would prepare him i f he was taken suddenly. I wish I had been with him in his last few minutes, but I had no idea he was hit till it was too late. The first shell that hit the Tank blew the hand off one of the gunners, beside severely wounding another of them and the Officer. When we got out of the Tank the man who had his hand blown off, was killed by a shell, and another of the crew was hit with a machine-gun bullet through his chest and back. I shouted to your husband but received no answer, so I surmised that he had got out the other side. We helped the wounded men to a German trench, and I asked them which way Anthony and Hellens had gone. They had not seen them, so I crawled back to the Tank and saw then that a shell had burst directly over their heads. By this time all the ammunition in the Tank was exploding, and there was still heavy machine-gun and rifle fire all around it. This was about ten oclock in the morning, and we had to wait till six oclock at night before we could get our wounded away. The gaurds ... advanced then and I took one of them to a drerssing station about a mile away,
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November 29, 1918 – November 29, 1918
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