The Letters of|
Francis James Mack
|Australian Military Forces Badge|
MACK, Cpl. Francis James, 4330. 29th Bn.Australian Inf. Died of wounds
29th July, 1918. Age 20. Son of Henry Francis and Eva Mildred Mack, of 33,
Parramatta Rd., Summer Hill, Sydney. Native of Cassilis, New South Wales.
Vignacourt British Cemetery Plot IV. Row D. No. 11.
|England||27th January, 1917 |
Dear Mother and Father,
Just back from leave in London. I had a real roaring time. The time (4 days) was rather short. I
managed to see most of the old ancient and historical sights. I was somehow disappointed in London after
reading so much about it - really expected to see something more impressive than it is. Mind you, we see
London now at its worst for everything is in darkness at 5pm in the afternoon so the days were terribly
short. I went to see the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, Whitehall, The War Office, Westminster
Abbey, St. Paul's Cathedral, Trafalgar Square, Leicester Square, Piccadilly Circus, Bond Street and other
places too numerous to mention. These sights are grand - there are no two ways about that but the rest, the
business houses and eating places are only commonplace. The big difference between Sydney and London
is the trams. London has no trams through the streets - they all run underground and are all privately
owned. There are two classes of trams - the Tube and the Electric Line. The Tube is a way - it Billy O down-
say 5 or 600 feet down while the Electric is only about 50 feet. They are very cheap and extra fast. On the
streets run O'Buses (Motor) after the style of the trams. There are thousands - you can see them everywhere
and these were very attractive to see. You wonder why. Well, firstly you can see London better from an
omnibus than anything else and secondly but none the least important is that the conductor is a Girl.
That's a thing which struck us as peculiar, girls doing all sorts of jobs, walk down the street and you see a
window cleaner. I had seen photos of them in papers but had I not seen them I would not have believed it.
But never the less they were there dressed in men's clothes of oilskin. Go a bit further and you see a girl
page, girl done up in livery to put it plainly, girls are doing everything.
We had theatre parties every evening for there is nothing else to do, it is so dark. Another thing, go in for
dinner and after having soup and joints they won't serve you with sweets and when you get your bill they
charge for each thing separately. Oh! the difference from Australia. Take a tip from me stay in New South.
Sydney is not too bad at all. I was stopping at a friend's peoples place at Kensington, West London and
they treated us right royally. London is the thing for the CASH. 4 days - $4/10/- not bad going eh? Well that
is all our leave so I made the best of it. Well I can't remember much more now to tell so must close. Tell Mr
Cook I went round to see his brother but they couldn't find him and I couldn't wait too long as time is
precious while on leave.
They have shifted from Horsferry Road and are in a Hall not far from the HeadQuarters, was sorry I missed
him. I hope everything at home is OK and that you all are in the best of health. Remember me to relatives
and friends. I haven't received many letters from relatives so you can give them my news as it is hard to
settle down to write in such cold weather.
I'll answer all letters I receive so if anyone wants to hear from me direct, it's up to them to write now and
again. I am not too bad. I have had, and in fact I still have a very bad cold and terribly sore feet from
walking over the hard frozen ground.. Otherwise I am splendid. Well mother must close. Am sending you
some views of London and the places I have visited together with some English papers. Well goodbye
mother and father, sisters and brothers. Fondest love to you all.
I remain yours, am luckily your loving son,
Dear Mother and Father,
This is the last epistle from Tidworth for next Saturday we rejoin our units again. That means
(1) no batman, cleaning boots, getting up early etc etc. It will hurt. Well mother the weather is getting much
nicer now though it snows pretty constant still.
Things are going from bad to worse in England. Talk about restrictions in Australia, they don't know what it
is there. Here:- No soldier allowed in any public eating house or place of amusement after 10pm, only see
eatables between the hours of 7am till 8am, 10am till 10.45am, 4.30 pm till 9pm. That's pretty rough isn't it.
Can get practically no sugar. All cakes you buy are minus it. But with all this we manage to see only the
humorous side of things. We have just received bad news of the reinforcement. They are said to have been
nearly all gassed. No official news yet but hope it is not so. Everybody here seems to think the end is in
view now. All returned men seem to be confident and they never wish to be back again as you will hear the
papers state. Well, how is dear old home getting along? This is Easter Sunday. I can hardly realize it for we
worked Good Friday as usual and do likewise tomorrow Monday.
Wouldn't mind being home just for the weekend-like this is 6 months away now, time flies doesn't it? Am
expecting a trip to Southhampton in three weeks time- that is if we don't get shoved on draft. Next Tuesday
the King is having an inspection of 300,000 Australian and New Zealand troops. It will be some show. Our
boys have to march 16 miles to the parade ground- how does that strike you?-32 mile march. Of course they
camp at the parade ground on the Tuesday night. Am glad I miss the march. We are only 3 miles away.
Don't think we will go over still while in the Military-"One never knows does one?", eh what! Am still OK,
haven't had the slightest thing wrong with me. Oh! for Easter week we have had what is called the National
Service Volunteer Officers- suppose you have heard of them. They are all old 'Fossers' from about 50 to
anywhere to a 100, they are here trying to get a few tips. Parade put one in mind of parade in front of post
office on pension day. Well as none of our mail is yet back from France, I am writing in the dark (that of
course literally speaking, now don't cher know). Hope all brothers and sisters are well, that Keith is getting
along OK, that both selves at A1. Say remember me to relatives and explain that I have nothing to write
about so should they write give me something to write about. Well must close now so mother and father
fondest love. Hope all brothers and sisters are well, that Keith is getting along OK, that both selves at A1. Say remember me to relatives and explain that I have nothing to write about so should they write give me something to write about. Well must close now so mother and father fondest love to all, kindest regards to all friends.
remain your loving son, Frank
Dear Mother & Father,
Just a line or two to start the New Year. We have had a pretty fair time during this spell. New Year as you can quite imagine was not without its bit of jollification "Compree"- in fact some of the boys had a great liking to the Champagne Vin Mulago etc. Champagne was favorite for it is so cheap here. But one can make allowances for the exuberant spirit of the few under the conditions we are in. I'll now try and give you some idea of our last trip up to Fritz. First we are billeted several miles from the line- from here we tramp with full wardrobe on back to a like 2 miles or more behind the line where we take up residence in dugouts & are well within shell fire. At midday we go digging a cable for the artillery. This is digging frozen ground with snow frozen hand. Here you stay for say 7 days then pick up your bed & walk (at night in pitch darkness) over and in & out "Duckboard track" - like a ladder on rungs together for about 3 miles-rifle, ammunition, rations, clothes, water. We arrive platoon at a time at our destination & this is "Supports". We again get our dugouts & right away we get to work. 2 a.m pulled out on fatigue to take hot soup up to the line. Imagine this trip, 1000 yds off the line, pitch dark no regular track & ground
torn up by shells. We wore thigh high gum boots & as there is so much traffic at night that for half way it is
a sea of mud - a party of 10 men getting through this knee deep mud when out rattles Fritz's machine gun-
down we all go- mud is far nicer than lead. Every time a Star shell goes up & lights the whole place up you
have to stand- not budge an inch. Tis grand this 1000 yds-takes an hour & a half- 3 hours for the whole trip.
Next night we get a change- sleep at day of course and out at dusk-this time tis raining and we are to mine
No-man's Land- pouring rain and we are creeping along on our way to the job which of course has to be
without noise- tis a great sensation to be laying in the mud and listening to Fritz spraying over the top of
you with his machine guns. We get home at Midnight- mud head to foot and wet thro with not the slightest
hope of drying your clothes which means for the next two days you are damp. And so the work goes on-
fatigues-why would break a man's heart they come so constant. No-one who hasn't been thro the mill can
have any idea what it is like. From here you go and do your turn in the line for 3 days and well this is
putting you on pins and needles all the time tho sleep is soon the master and you can sleep thro all the noise
of the day for from dusk till daybreak all hands stand to. Coming out the second time in we got spotted
relieving and Fritz caught a couple of platoons in his barrage. Our platoon only had 2 casualties for we were
lucky enough to be just behind it doing a shiver. I mean (....censored...). Tis hardly necessary to mention it but should you receive any news of me don't forget to pass it on to Menangle Mother for am sure they would like to know of it. Am Dinkum there you know so Don't forget. Well Mother nothing more to say at present.
Yr. Loving Son
France. 2 - 5 - 1918
Just received another batch of 5 letters all dated March as late as the 12th. Have had several
letters from S.Hill so I get you pretty regularly. I always look forward to your letter as I get all the news
from you. No, Father, I get no NSW papers as this is a Victorian Battalion. Glad to hear Mother is well and
again settled in a home. Must congratulate Nellie on her success and hope she gets on well at the High
School. Tell her to learn French and I can "Parley" with her. Am Tres Bon at it. Also a word to Keith about
his exam. Am very pleased to hear he has passed the 25 words test. Hope he pulls thru the Educational
Exam. About the expense of settling again Father the money of mine is for Mother to do as she thinks best
and for her to consider it hers.. About that fatted calf- let him have a good go till Xmas 12 months for tis
little use of building castles in the air for don't see the end in view yet. Am standing the strain fairly well. It
plays up on the nerves very bad but so far I am OK. Shell shock is a terrible complaint and a common one.
As you see letters addressed care Mrs Dickinson, London arrive earlier and tis far safer.I received Xmas
parcel Ok. was a "Boska".Here's success to Keith's vegetable garden. Nothing like practice. Tell him to dig a
strong post in the back yard and put a dugout in it with a waterproof sheet in it for a mattress then they
won't need an extra bed and room for me.
Well no more news apart from talk of German dead etc.
Am writing this from Support trench on the S---- River in a Dugout made with a cover over the top of
trench and a air -------- spring mattress.
Your Loving Son
Dear Mother & Father,
No doubt you have been surprised to have had no news from me lately but we have
been having a rough passage- been in front line for over a month now and still no relief to hand- can't get
anything here, for example look at the paper- it has been 'souvenired' from the little shell riddled village we
are holding- tis on the nearest front to Fritz's first objective A------. We have suffered pretty heavily, over 40
in our company casualties but since taking over we have advanced over 1000 yds and are now in a fairly
good position. Received all your last mail OK. Am glad to hear Keith passed his 25 test OK- hope he brings
the other part off. Auntie May's letter arrived this mail too but I will have to wait till we come out to square
up all letters I owe. Please tell all other relatives the cause of no mail- tis hard to get a green envelope and
the officers can't censor letters in the line so delay cannot be avoided. We are getting ideal weather- lovely
long days, not dark till after 10pm and stand down at 4am. Naturally there is great aerial activity- have seen
dozens of planes come down this trip in - some from terrible heights-tis great but awful sight to see the
manouverings in an air fight. Artillery also is pretty warm. Am enclosing a shoulder strap of the Fritz
Battalion we pushed out when we advanced the line. We have plenty of sniping and shooting- good sport.
One morning Fritz attacked on our left and after digging in the Fritz kept coming in "Kamerading" right up
to midday. Have heard plenty of talk about Fritz coming over and giving himself up but tis the first time I
have seen it. T'was funny, also pitiful. They started across No Mans Land hands right up then their own
machine guns at them and then some of our "fools" started potting at them and they did the Chinese trot in
with hands up- did look comical for we were in a position to enjoy it. The weather has been glorious
Dinkum Australian. No doubt this letter is a ragtime but it is never the less a dinkum one straight from the
busiest part of France. We are only about 300 yds from the canal and river --------. Well mother I think this
is all this time-would very much sooner be getting ready for the theatre than getting ready for my job now.
Tis a fighting patrol. We met eight Fritzies last night. Well fondest love to all. Hope they are all well and in
the best of health. I am in the best of health and spirits. I remain,
Your loving son,
P.S Mother please post enclosed letters for me as can't secure and envelopes
1 to Linda
1 to Auntie Tilly
1 to Florrie
You may get extra news from the first 2 but just post the 3rd on to Ivy Cottage, Menangle.
Still in the line Mother- this is the longest trip that any battalion has ever done in the line - 5 weeks
today since we came in. The weather is 'Tres Bon' that is all that has stuck to us. I can't write a letter here for
there is such a job to get letters censored etc let alone snaring an envelope. I write this mere note to let you
know I am still OK and going strong. Of course shall write all letters in arears as soon as I get out. Since
coming in have been going the pace a trifle-- two raids & a hop over & this morning Fritz attacked A Coy
but he was driven back without any loss. Young Stark is still in Blighty and by all accounts having a good
time. Hope all at home are well. Please tell all relatives the cause of delay in my letters. Hope Keith is
successful. Fondest Love
Your Loving Son
Written in a devil of a hurry in the Moonlight. 9.30pm
Well still going strong and am Tres Bon. Am out for a spell while the Battalion are in the line .
This trip I am lucky getting left out so soon but I have seen as much as all the others now so tis my turn.
Am glad to get out of the sound of guns again- first time since Febry. The weather is still holding good. Tis
great Springtime too- light up till 10pm at night.
Have had no mail for some time now but expect tis the push which has upset the business.
Hope Keith was successful in the clerical for it will mean so much to him. Suppose Noel is back again. I
received a letter from him last mail. He writes a very amusing letter. I like to hear from the children & am
sorry cannot always answer them for tis hard to get material to write Home. How are you all at Summer
Hill- now settled down OK yet. Any new enlistments round Molong way or any relatives? Was glad to hear
Leo Smith got home safely. My pal Phil King had hard luck- got a Blighty in the leg but owing to the stunt
was some days before he got proper treatment and twas necessary to amputate his left leg but he still writes
very cheerfully and in the best of spirits. Next letter send a small writing pad with plenty of envelopes as tis
hard up at the line to get writing material. This paper is a school kids tablet souvenired from a big and
important place which the French have partially evacuated. Well Mother apart from letting you know I am
well there is little news permissible so will close with fondest love to all at home.
Your Loving Son
Received yours dated April 19th OK and was very sorry to hear of your misfortune that painful
accident and hope ere this everything is OK again. So this is not the only place they get Blighties. Yes I
guess the push of Fritz's made all home folk a bit anxious and at first things may have looked black but no
all is well here. During the push t'was the devil's own job to get writing material so consequently was not
able to write as regularly as usual.
Mrs Moorehead has been just it thru the Red Cross. I often get socks etc from Dapto. Tell Nell I will parley
with her but of course our French has a distinct Australian touch with it often. Wee, Tres Bon and Mercie
have a big place in our vocabulary. Am glad to hear of your confidence that I'll be OK for I am well able to
keep the head down now. (Have had excellent practice lately) The weather has been OK patchy and at
present I am out resting and tomorrow go to a gas school for 10 days.. I note the camp at Menangle has
faded away. At last recruiting must have been too small. Must close with fondest love
Your Loving Son
21 Sand Bag Rd
12 - 7 - 1918
Yrs. of May the 5th arrived OK- received quite a budget this time.. Yes the business has been
pretty rough since April but have dodged the A330 shell and bullet so far. Am at present out for a breather
tho the Battalion is in the Business. A decided improvement in the enlistment lately and what inducements?
They have had a fair spin watching Charlie Chaplain at the pictures. Tell Keith not to go silly like one did two
years ago -Compree. Take plenty of practice in the mud and rain before you dream of this job. About the
parcels father, socks are always acceptable and in winter cheap woollen gloves ( not mittens) Head apparel,
well see. owing to so much gas we must have our heads clear for gas helmet. Oh a long muffler would be
Tres Beans. I am going strong in the best of health and spirits. Am expecting Blighty leave inside 2 months
now so that may relieve the monotony somewhat. The weather is holding good and that counts a good deal
here.Well I have exhausted the most of the permissible news so will close. Remember me to all Relatives
and Friends. I Remain
Your Loving Son
To Dear Little Ella,
Hope you are a real good girl. Do you go to school yet?. Received your photo safely. You
are a real big girlie. Goodbye Love and kisses
From your Loving Brother
The following is the last letter to be received by his mother and father:
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18 July 1918
Just a line am still out resting everything in the garden lovely. Am enclosing a paper printed in
the field. Hope all at Home are well. Fondest love.
|Vignacourt British Cemetery. Francis' final resting place.|
From the Army Chaplain to his mother:
France July 30th
Dear Mrs Mack
I am writing to tell you of the death of your son Cpl F J Mack.
He was brought in here (61CCS) quite early on Monday morning, wounded in the
abdomen. Everything possible was done for him and during the day he seemed
to maintain his strength, but towards evening he grew weaker/ died about
8.30pm. I was with him two or three times during the day and again shortly
before he died.
It may be of comfort to know that I buried him this morning in a quiet
little graveyard far from the noise of battle. His grave is well cared for
and will be marked with a cross.
May God comfort you in your trouble and grant to him eternal rest.
I remain Yours very Truly
Revd. G.R.Boycott Chaplain (CofE) 61st C.C.S
A letter of condolence to Francis' mother
My Dear Eva,
I have just learned of the death of your dear, brave, splendid boy and I hasten to offer you my deepest and sincerest sympathy.
Many months have passed since he left you, months of hardship and fierce fighting for he who answered his Country's call, and months of weary anxious waiting for the lonely mother.
And now? There is just one more young hero sleeping "Somewhere in France", and there is just one more broken-hearted mother left to mourn the death of her soldier son, who offered his "very" young life so generously to Him who had given it and this is War.
It is certainly very hard to resign ourselves, in our hour of trial, to the Will of God, but what an amount of consolation one would receive if one could realise that - "there are no errors in the great eternal place, and all things work together for the final good of man."
May God, who allowed it, give you grace and strength to bear the heavy cross.
Everyone realises that it is the mothers of those grand boys, who are the silent, hidden heroines of the world.
That God may comfort you all, in your hour of trial, as only He knows how, is the very earnest prayer
Your Sincere Cousin,