ROSS, Donald
| Service Number: | 7554 |
|---|---|
| Enlisted: | Not yet discovered |
| Last Rank: | Private |
| Last Unit: | 14th Infantry Battalion |
| Born: | Hopkins Hill, Chatsworth, Victoria, Australia, 5 April 1899 |
| Home Town: | Not yet discovered |
| Schooling: | Stawell, Victoria, Australia |
| Occupation: | Grocer Prior to Enlisting in Great War. Railway Worker after discharge from AIF, then RAN 1925-1941. |
| Died: | Naval Battle HSK Kormoran, Indian Ocean (HMAS Sydney), 19 November 1941, aged 42 years |
| Cemetery: |
No known grave - "Known Unto God" Panel 58 Column 2 Son of Hugh and Catherine Ross of Victoria and Husband of Hilda May Ross and Father to Lynne of NSW.Enlisted AIF 1917 and RAN 1925.S/N 16199 and 7554 same person, Served in Both Wars. Also Listed on HMAS Sydney Memorial Geraldton Western Australia, Sydney City Memorial and The ANZAC War Memorial,Sydney, The Shrine of Rememberence,Melbourne Victoria and AWM Canberra. |
| Memorials: | Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Geraldton HMAS Sydney II Memorial |
World War 1 Service
| 21 Nov 1917: | Involvement Private, 7554, 14th Infantry Battalion, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '11' embarkation_place: Melbourne embarkation_ship: HMAT Nestor embarkation_ship_number: A71 public_note: '' | |
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| 21 Nov 1917: | Embarked Private, 7554, 14th Infantry Battalion, HMAT Nestor, Melbourne |
The Ode to the HMAS Sydney By AR (Lex) Fullarton
The Ode to the HMAS Sydney
By
A R (Lex) Fullarton
"T'was Banjo who did wrote it,
and to to you I will quote it;
No foe shall gather our harvest,
nor sit on our stock yard rail:
Now this is a tale of the ocean blue,
of an Aussie vessel brave and true;
The HMAS Sydney,and the boys that didn't fail:
T'was race day in Carnarvon and the sun was going down;
When the boys from HMAS Sydney were sailing passed our town:
Another job was over,they'd made another run;
When they chanced upon this bastard, called raider 41
The enemy had travelled far to bring destruction here;
But they'd reckoned not on Sydney, and this would cost them dear:
They swung towards the setting sun,they made for it a chance to run;
They thought that they would sneek away,did Raider 41:
The sharp eyed crew of Sydney saw the Raiders flight;
They closed the gap,they knew they had a fight:
They'd fought before had every mothers son;
They thought that they would capture her,this Raider 41
But the Germans were so clever they had a nasty plan;
She held their destruction did the bowels of Kormoran:
The cloak of her mystery she soon would throw aside;
As she thought to hammer Sydney with shell from side to side:
They set to work with grim profession,
they knew their grisely task;
The Sydney,she would sail no more and home had seen them last:
"They've torn our bloody guts out,we'll never make it home;
We'll never see our loved ones or the seas again to roam";
The layer of the turret gave out an anguished cry;
Then we'll take this Bastard with us, cried the boys from turret Y
They snatch another round,they mount to their six inch gun;
They target their tormentor,this Raider 41;
Their ears they are a bleeding,their muscles strain to lay;
Their shot must be a true one in the twilight of the day:
They aim her at his engine room,and there's a mighty crack;
And now these sons of Hitler will never journey back:
Now we'll leave them lying there,their souls have gone to rest;
There passing but a brief one and Carnarvon town was blessed;
Their lying out there somwhere, toward the setting sun;
The HMAS Sydney,her crew,and Raider 41.
Submitted 9 January 2018 by Stephen Diver
The Ode to the HMAS Sydney By AR (Lex) Fullarton
The Ode to the HMAS Sydney
By
A R (Lex) Fullarton
"T'was Banjo who did wrote it,
and to to you I will quote it;
No foe shall gather our harvest,
nor sit on our stock yard rail:
Now this is a tale of the ocean blue,
of an Aussie vessel brave and true;
The HMAS Sydney,and the boys that didn't fail:
T'was race day in Carnarvon and the sun was going down;
When the boys from HMAS Sydney were sailing passed our town:
Another job was over,they'd made another run;
When they chanced upon this bastard, called raider 41
The enemy had travelled far to bring destruction here;
But they'd reckoned not on Sydney, and this would cost them dear:
They swung towards the setting sun,they made for it a chance to run;
They thought that they would sneek away,did Raider 41:
The sharp eyed crew of Sydney saw the Raiders flight;
They closed the gap,they knew they had a fight:
They'd fought before had every mothers son;
They thought that they would capture her,this Raider 41
But the Germans were so clever they had a nasty plan;
She held their destruction did the bowels of Kormoran:
The cloak of her mystery she soon would throw aside;
As she thought to hammer Sydney with shell from side to side:
They set to work with grim profession,
they knew their grisely task;
The Sydney,she would sail no more and home had seen them last:
"They've torn our bloody guts out,we'll never make it home;
We'll never see our loved ones or the seas again to roam";
The layer of the turret gave out an anguished cry;
Then we'll take this Bastard with us, cried the boys from turret Y
They snatch another round,they mount to their six inch gun;
They target their tormentor,this Raider 41;
Their ears they are a bleeding,their muscles strain to lay;
Their shot must be a true one in the twilight of the day:
They aim her at his engine room,and there's a mighty crack;
And now these sons of Hitler will never journey back:
Now we'll leave them lying there,their souls have gone to rest;
There passing but a brief one and Carnarvon town was blessed;
Their lying out there somwhere, toward the setting sun;
The HMAS Sydney,her crew,and Raider 41.
Submitted 9 January 2018 by Stephen Diver
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