Arthur (Slim) LEWIS

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LEWIS, Arthur

Service Number:	5039
Enlisted:	20 March 1916
Last Rank:	Private
Last Unit:	28th Infantry Battalion
Born:	Jarrahdale, 7 July 1894
Home Town:	Jarrahdale, Serpentine-Jarrahdale, Western Australia
Schooling:	Jarrahdale
Occupation:	Mill Hand
Died:	Killed in Action, France, 28 February 1917, aged 22 years
Cemetery:	Warlencourt British Cemetery Warlencourt British Cemetery (Plot IV, Row J, Grave No. 11), France, Warlencourt British Cemetery, Warlencourt-Eaucourt, Arras, Nord Pas de Calais, France
Memorials:	Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Jarrahdale Roll Of Honor WW1, Jarrahdale War Memorial

World War 1 Service

20 Mar 1916:	Enlisted AIF WW1, Private, 5039, 28th Infantry Battalion
18 Jul 1916:	Involvement Private, 5039, 28th Infantry Battalion, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '16' embarkation_place: Fremantle embarkation_ship: HMAT Seang Bee embarkation_ship_number: A48 public_note: ''
18 Jul 1916:	Embarked Private, 5039, 28th Infantry Battalion, HMAT Seang Bee, Fremantle

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Biography contributed by Evan Evans

From Yvonne Osborn

A few years ago I did a tour of WW1 battlefields, visiting graves of several of my relatives who were dies in France & Belgium.

I cried my way through the whole 5 days!
I wrote this poem one night when I couldn't sleep.
This was for Pte. Arthur Lewis, 28th Btn AIF, one of 4 Lewis brothers who went to war but only one came home.

As I stand by your grave in this beautiful place, with autumn sunlight on my face,
So lovely now, so different the, and I hope it will never be like that again.
You lie not far from where you fell in this muddy, stinking man made hell of bullets, bombs and barbed wire, of gas and flares and artillery fire.
Far from your great tall jarrah trees and the magpie's song on the evening breeze
Far from your loved ones and so far from home, yet you lie with your mates, you are never alone.
A sprig of wattle I leave you here, a flower from home that you held so dear, and thank you for all that you gave for me, may you now rest in peace and your spirit fly free.

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