CAMPBELL, Harold Kenneth
| Service Number: | 3715 |
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| Enlisted: | 29 June 1915 |
| Last Rank: | Private |
| Last Unit: | 3rd Infantry Battalion |
| Born: | Ashfield, New South Wales, Australia, 1896 |
| Home Town: | Blaxland, Blue Mountains Municipality, New South Wales |
| Schooling: | Burwood Grammar School, New South Wales, Australia |
| Occupation: | Farmer |
| Died: | Died of wounds, France, 2 August 1916 |
| Cemetery: |
St Sever Cemetery Extension, Rouen B 29 17, St Sever Cemetery, Haute-Normandie, France |
| Memorials: | Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Blaxland & Glenbrook District War Memorial, Blaxland War Memorial |
World War 1 Service
| 29 Jun 1915: | Enlisted AIF WW1, Private, 3715, 3rd Infantry Battalion | |
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| 30 Dec 1915: | Involvement Private, 3715, 3rd Infantry Battalion, Battle for Pozières , --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '7' embarkation_place: Sydney embarkation_ship: HMAT Medic embarkation_ship_number: A7 public_note: '' | |
| 30 Dec 1915: | Embarked Private, 3715, 3rd Infantry Battalion, HMAT Medic, Sydney |
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Add my storyBiography contributed by Faithe Jones
Son of James and Edith CAMPBELL, Beverley, Blaxland, New South Wales
How Corporal Campbell Died.
The following official report shows how Corpl. H.K. Campbell, of Blaxland, fell at Pozieres. The letter is written by a comrade in arms:--
"Having sufficiently recovered from my wounds, I feel I would like to write asking you to accept my sincere sympathy in the loss you have sustained. Your boy was with me in Australia, Egypt, and France for over a year, and men do not live together under trying conditions without finding out their good points. Your boy's grand devotion to duty and his brightness at all times won my admiration, and was the reason his chums always looked up to him. At Pozieres he was one of the stretcher bearers, and helped me when I was pretty useless to dress an officer, Mr. Philpot, who was badly wounded, and eventually died. Campbell and another boy carried him away, and I understood they were both hit a little later. Their work was grand, and, working as they were in darkness and the awful fire, it required exceptional bravery to face the fire so persistently. Do be comforted in knowing there are many of us who knew him and mourn him with you, and I only hope to be well enough in a month's time to be back again and get quits with the Hun for many such friends who put their duty first and paid the full penalty.
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