Meet William Thomas Marshall, my great uncle.
Actually, I’m not absolutely positive this is William. It might be one of his brothers, but it’s generally assumed it’s him. I can describe him. He was 5’4”, weighed 10 stone, with a fresh complexion, brown eyes and black hair, a scar on his right forehead and a butterfly tattoo on his left forearm.
He grew up in a family of ostlers and cab drivers in Walworth, South London. In 1911, he was 22 years old, living at home, working as a messenger, although he also served for four years in the Territorials.
A year later, the firm he worked for went out of business and he decided to emigrate to Australia, where the boy done good. He became a farmer. I’m not sure where, but I’m guessing it was in the vicinity of Geelong, about 50 miles south west of Melbourne.
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A heartbreaking story, one of many from the wars. Thanks for sharing, Judith.
I love Thorne Moore’s writing, Darlene.She has many interesting posts on history. Thanks for commenting.
Bit late coming to this, Judith, but this is another powerful piece. It’s histories like this that make those dry statistics take human shape and meaning.
Thanks Alex, and agreed. x.