WILSON, Thomas Forgan
| Service Numbers: | 1110, SX4454 |
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| Enlisted: | 29 December 1915 |
| Last Rank: | Private |
| Last Unit: | 2nd/7th Field Regiment |
| Born: | Mackay, Queensland, Australia, 24 December 1894 |
| Home Town: | Adelaide, South Australia |
| Schooling: | Not yet discovered |
| Occupation: | Tractor Driver |
| Died: | Killed in Action, Egypt, 31 October 1942, aged 47 years |
| Cemetery: |
El Alamein War Cemetery |
| Memorials: | Adelaide WW2 Wall of Remembrance, Adelaide WW2 Wall of Remembrance, Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Mackay St Pauls Uniting Church WW2 Honour Roll, Mackay St Pauls Uniting Church WW2 Honour Roll, Municipality of St Peters Citizens Who Have Enlisted Roll of Honour |
World War 1 Service
| 29 Dec 1915: | Enlisted AIF WW1, Private, 1110, Reinforcements WW1 | |
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| 8 Jul 1916: | Involvement Private, 1110, Camel Corps, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '3' embarkation_place: Sydney embarkation_ship: RMS Mongolia embarkation_ship_number: '' public_note: '' | |
| 8 Jul 1916: | Embarked Private, 1110, Camel Corps, RMS Mongolia, Sydney | |
| 29 Apr 1919: | Involvement AIF WW1, Private, 14th Light Horse Regiment |
World War 2 Service
| 4 Jun 1940: | Enlisted Australian Military Forces (Army WW2), Private, SX4454, 2nd/7th Field Regiment | |
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| 4 Jun 1940: | Involvement Australian Military Forces (Army WW2), Private, SX4454, 2nd/7th Field Regiment |
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Add my storyBiography contributed by Zidane McNamara
I saw old Tom Wilson, standing further away and he had a whole group of Arabs round him. Most amazing. Tom Wilson had been in the first war and I thought, “Fancy coming back to have another go, he must like it.” But we found out in a second he was talking perfect Arabic, and they were taking it all in and it was good to see, because Tom with all these Arabs and they were hanging on his every word. He hadn’t forgot his Arabic, after 20 years, and he had them all. But poor old Tom was killed one day, as he was walking from one trench to another. Quiet Sunday afternoon, poor old Tom.
Vincent McNamara on March 30th, 2004
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