Private Angus Anthony (307160)served with 15th Battalion, Tank Corps and was killed in action on the 27th September 1918, when his tank received a direct hit. He had previously served with the Royal Engineers (304981). Three letters were received after his death, some very descriptive of events. Also a birthday card that he received just before his death, which was returned to the family by Captain Gibson. Acting Sergeant William Anthony, the contributors great grandfather, enlisted on the 26th February 1916 and was called up on the 29th March 1916. He went to France, with the Royal Engineers, in November 1918 and sent letters detailing his work and the things he saw. He also sought out his brothers grave and hoped to find the tank that he died in. Furthermore, he obtained photographs, which he sent to his mother. He also received a letter from a friend serving in British Guiana, sent after the armistice was announced. William Anthony took his mother to France to visit Angus's grave. Her passport has been retained and is stamped recording her arrival and departure. || Letter. Letter. Letter (2 pages). Letter and birthday card. Last letter home. Memorial card. Photograph of Angus Anthony. Card. Letter. Demob certificate. Letters (numerous). Copy of letter. Photos (7) - left hand of photo is William Anthony. Postcards - pre and post war (numerous). Passport.

Photographs || My father, Sydney Philip Gunn, joined up in August 1914 and served the entire War as a driver delivering ammunition to the front line being demobilised in February 1919 as a Corporal, Regimental No.2342 of 4 Division MT Coy.RASC. Among his war papers is a card from his elder brother, James Robert Gunn, sent from Egypt in October 1915 saying he was on his way to France with the Australian Army. James had emigrated to Australia in 1911 and had become a vetinary surgeon. He was a Captain in a mounted regiment of horse and I have photos of him in uniform mounted on his horse. My father had never seen Australian soldiers in France until one day in 1916 he recalled seeing soldiers in funny hats and asked them where they from and which unit to which they belonged. He discovered to his amazement that they were from his brother's regiment and therefore asked if Captain James Gunn was still with the unit. They said Yes, he is standing over there. They had not seen each other since James emigrated 5 years before. Both survived the War. || || My uncle Captain James Robert Gunn || Photograph || Captain James Robert Gunn || Photo taken of my Uncle Captain James Robert Gunn mounted on his horse in 1916/17 . || || My uncle Captain James Robert Gunn || Captain James Robert Gunn || Photograph

William George (Bill) Pearce, b. 1892) and his brother Edward John (Ted),b.1894) were born in Hampshire and enlisted together at Portsmouth on 20th August 1914. Their first posting was with the Royal Engineers to a fort in the Solent dating from the Napoleonic wars, where they operated and maintained searchlights. Ted, the younger brother, proved very able but Bill, not up to the technical trials of engineering, was posted for infantry training. Determined to stay together, the brothers invoked the then military custom and practice of allowing brothers to serve together to serve together if they wished. They did so wish. Both became infantrymen with the Royal Dublin Fusiliers, serving together in Mesopotamia, Palestine, Salonika, Macedonia and, most memorably, in Palestine. On 11th December 1917, they marched into Jerusalem behind Allenby. Later, sitting about and waiting for orders, they were joined by an officer in Allenby's entourage who chatted informally to them; they had met Lawrence of Arabia. It was in Jerusalem that they bought the crucifix that illustrates this story. In the spring of 1918, they were shipped back to Europe, and after two months rest and recuperation in western France - necessary because many of the men had malaria - came at last, that autumn, to the Western Front. The Germans were in retreat, closely pursued by infantry, Bill and Ted among them, in good shape and good heart. During the night of October 10-11th 1918 the two brothers became separated. Bill found Ted hanging on the old barbed wire with a severe gunshot wound in his left leg. Bill carried his brother to the field dressing station where orderlies were told to 'put him over there'. Bill knew what this meant: Ted was not expected to survive. Bill stormed off, muttering rebelliously. Less than a month later, he was himself was killed in action, on the same day (November 9th) and in the same sector as Wilfred Owen. Ted, however, did not die. Surgery left him with a three inch stump, just enough to support a prosthesis, fitted at Roehampton, from where he was honourably discharged on January 8th 1920. A long and active life lay ahead of him. In middle age he married my mother's sister, gardened, painted, took his terrier rabbiting, and earned a long-service gold watch as a clerical employee of British Celanese. He spoke little of the war and it was not until the last year of his life, after his wife's death, that he that he told us about the burden he had carried for 72 years. He was convinced that when Bill left him at the dressing station in October 1918, he intended to desert. Bill's death so soon afterwards served seemed only to confirm Ted's fear that his brother had been shot by firing squad as a deserter. Ted died at the age of 97, before we could tell what we now know: that Bill died honourably in battle, and lies in a beautifully tended grave in the Fontaine-au-Bois Cemetery in northern France. We laid poppies there for them both, for the young man who died in the Great War, and the old man who lived so long, and died still burdened by grief and by shame at what he thought his brother had done. May they both rest in peace. || Photographs of decorative crucifix, made of wood and mother of pearl (?) || || Front || Middle East || A crucifx from Jerusalem bought by my uncle, Ted Pearce || Remembrance || Memorabilia || An ornate crucifix of wood and mother of pearl, purchased in Jerusalem in December 1917 by my uncle, Ted Pearce (individual images and pdf of collected images). || Ted Pearce