POWELL, John William Henry
| Service Number: | 1949 |
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| Enlisted: | 17 January 1916, Rockhampton, Qld. |
| Last Rank: | Private |
| Last Unit: | 52nd Infantry Battalion |
| Born: | Rolleston, Queensland, Australia, 28 September 1890 |
| Home Town: | Rolleston, Central Highlands, Queensland |
| Schooling: | Not yet discovered |
| Occupation: | Selector |
| Died: | Killed in Action, Belgium, 7 June 1917, aged 26 years |
| Cemetery: |
No known grave - "Known Unto God" |
| Memorials: | Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Springsure Shire of Bauhinia Roll of Honour, Ypres (Menin Gate) Memorial |
World War 1 Service
| 17 Jan 1916: | Enlisted AIF WW1, Private, 1949, 52nd Infantry Battalion, Rockhampton, Qld. | |
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| 1 May 1916: | Involvement Private, 1949, 52nd Infantry Battalion, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '19' embarkation_place: Brisbane embarkation_ship: HMAT Clan McGillivray embarkation_ship_number: A46 public_note: '' | |
| 1 May 1916: | Embarked Private, 1949, 52nd Infantry Battalion, HMAT Clan McGillivray, Brisbane |
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Add my storyBiography contributed by Faithe Jones
Son of Roderick Henry and Margaret POWELL, Rolleston via Springsure, Qld.
POWELL.—In loving memory of our dear Son and Brother, Private J. W. H. Powell (Jack), killed in action in France, June 7th, 1917. Aged 26 years 9 months.
Greater love hath no man than this ;
That he lay down his life for his friends.
He answered the call of his country,
But the voice of the cable tells
That a dauntless lad in a khaki suit
Was killed on the field of France.
We mourn his loss, but his actions
Sweet balm to his loved ones bring,
For he's ever a hero, the man who dies
For his country, God, and King.
Rest in Peace.
(Inserted by his sorrowing Father, Sisters and Brothers).
POWELL.-In loving memory of our dear Son and Brother, Private J. W. H. Powell, 52nd Battalion, killed in action in France, 7th June, 1917.
One year has passed, our hearts still sore,
As time goes on we miss you more.
Your loving smile, your welcome face,
There is no one can fill your place.
However long our lives may last,
Whatever land we view,
Whatever joy or grief we have,
Till death we'll think of you.
His warfare o'er, his battle fought,
His victory won, though dearly bought;
His fresh young life could not be saved,
He slumbers now in a soldier's grave.
But the hardest part is yet to come,
When the warriors all return,
Then we miss among the cheering crowd,
The face of our dear son.
(Inserted by his loving Father, Brothers, and Sisters).
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