Christian Martin (Christie) JOHNSON

JOHNSON, Christian Martin

Service Number: Officer
Enlisted: 8 March 1915
Last Rank: Captain
Last Unit: 25th Infantry Battalion
Born: Homestead, Queensland, Australia, 25 May 1892
Home Town: Townsville, Townsville, Queensland
Schooling: Homestead State School, Townsville Grammar School, Sydney University
Occupation: Clerk
Died: Killed In Action, France, 15 November 1916, aged 24 years
Cemetery: No known grave - "Known Unto God"
Memorials: Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Townsville Grammar School Roll of Honour, Townsville Grammar School WWI Honour Board
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World War 1 Service

8 Mar 1915: Enlisted AIF WW1, Second Lieutenant, Officer, 25th Infantry Battalion
29 Jun 1915: Involvement Lieutenant, 25th Infantry Battalion, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '15' embarkation_place: Brisbane embarkation_ship: HMAT Aeneas embarkation_ship_number: A60 public_note: ''
29 Jun 1915: Embarked Lieutenant, 25th Infantry Battalion, HMAT Aeneas, Brisbane
20 Jun 1916: Promoted AIF WW1, Captain, 25th Infantry Battalion

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Biography contributed by Faithe Jones

Son of Peter Martin and Florence Amelia Johnson, of Cosmopolitan Hotel, Cloncurry, Qld.

Born at Charters Towers and educated at the Townsville Grammar School. Served in the  Australian Garrison Artillery at Thursday Island and left Australia with the original 25th Battalion. Served in Gallipoli, France, and Belgium. Gassed and  shell shocked at Pozieres and sent to England to hospital, returned to France and was killed in the advance at Flers on 14th November, 1916. Received his promotion to Captain in France.

JOHNSON.—In fond and ever loving remembrance of our eldest and dearly beloved son and brother, Captain C. M. Johnson (Christie), of the 25th  Battalion, who was killed in action somewhere in France, on November 14, 1916.
Victory, Oh what a glorious name
But what a price to pay,
Our loved one slain at dutys' call
Three years ago to-day.
Now lying in a hero's grave, away far
o'er the sea.
Your soul with God, but left with
us a loving memory.
He sleeps beside his comrades,
In a shallow grave unknown,
But his name is written in letters of love,
In the hearts that he left a home.
Could we have raised his dying head,
Or heard his last farewell,
The shock would hot have been as bad,
For those who loved him well.
We think if him still as we knew him,
Earnest, steadfast, and true,
And as such in the van of the battle,
He fell for me and you.
He fell in his youthful manhood.
Gave all he had to give,
Like the many who fell beside him
That you and I might live.
But we home he loved do not mourn him.
For his spirit is here as of yore,
Rejoicing with us in our pleasures,
As he did so often before.
His death was a glorious triumph,
For his soul to his Maker returns,
While here in our hearts united,
His memory ineffable burns.
And when we forget our soldiers,
May God in His heaven forgive,
For out there they suffered hell's torments,
And died that we might live.
(Inserted by his loving parents, sisters and brothers, Cosmopolitan Hotel, Cloncurry.)