HOLLOWAY, Alfred Benjamin
| Service Number: | 3049 |
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| Enlisted: | 30 October 1916 |
| Last Rank: | Private |
| Last Unit: | 42nd Infantry Battalion |
| Born: | Inglewood, Queensland, Australia, 25 May 1895 |
| Home Town: | Inglewood, Goondiwindi, Queensland |
| Schooling: | Inglewood State School, Queensland, Australia |
| Occupation: | Labourer |
| Died: | Killed in Action, France, 25 August 1918, aged 23 years |
| Cemetery: |
Bray Military Cemetery Plot II, Row J, Grave No. 9. |
| Memorials: | Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Brisbane 42nd Infantry Battalion AIF Roll of Honour, Inglewood War Memorial |
World War 1 Service
| 30 Oct 1916: | Enlisted AIF WW1, Private, 3049, 42nd Infantry Battalion | |
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| 7 Feb 1917: | Involvement Private, 3049, 42nd Infantry Battalion, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '18' embarkation_place: Sydney embarkation_ship: HMAT Wiltshire embarkation_ship_number: A18 public_note: '' | |
| 7 Feb 1917: | Embarked Private, 3049, 42nd Infantry Battalion, HMAT Wiltshire, Sydney |
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Add my storyBiography contributed by Stephen Brooks
His older brother 2676 Pte Edwin Mansfield Holloway 52nd Battalion AIF, was killed in action at Messines 7 June 1917. They were the sons of Benjamin Henry and Priscilla Jane Holloway, of Inglewood, Queensland.
Mrs. Holloway received a letter stating how her son, Private Alf. Holloway, was killed in action in France, which was printed in the Warwick Daily.
'Corporal J. H. Mann wrote: You will no doubt be surprised to receive this note from me, but I must write to tell you how it all happened. You have the bad news of poor Alf's death by this time. I know a word from one of his pals may ease your aching heart. God who watched over us all, did not let him suffer. He was taken to the great beyond without any pain. Alf was in my Lewis gun team, and we had just arrived at our post and started to dig a hole so as to be safe from shell fire, when a big shell came and hit poor Alf and his mate (Flannery), killing them both instantly and wounding three others and leaving only myself untouched. I bandaged the wounded and sent them to the dressing station. I saw that poor Alf and Flannery were dead. I had to go on with the remainder of the platoon, but when daylight came, I went back and buried them both, reading the burial service over them from a prayer book from Alf's pack. It was indeed a sad thing, but you may console yourself, your son and my friend died that a proud and glorious people may be always free. God watched over all and God's will be done. I have your son's watch that you gave him. I am posting it to you, and I am sure you will be glad to have it.'
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