Sydney Peter SCOTT


SCOTT, Sydney Peter

Service Number: 2869
Enlisted: 17 October 1916, Adelaide, South Australia
Last Rank: Private
Last Unit: 43rd Infantry Battalion
Born: Silverton, NSW, date not yet discovered
Home Town: Port Pirie, Port Pirie City and Dists, South Australia
Schooling: Not yet discovered
Occupation: Labourer
Died: Killed in Action, Belgium, 4 October 1917, age not yet discovered
Cemetery: No known grave - "Known Unto God"
Memorials: Adelaide National War Memorial, Australian War Memorial Roll of Honour, Menin Gate Memorial (Commonwealth Memorial to the Missing of the Ypres Salient), Port Pirie Oval WW1 Memorial Gates
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World War 1 Service

17 Oct 1916: Enlisted AIF WW1, Adelaide, South Australia
16 Dec 1916: Involvement AIF WW1, Private, SN 2869, 43rd Infantry Battalion, Third Ypres
16 Dec 1916: Embarked AIF WW1, Private, SN 2869, 43rd Infantry Battalion, HMAT Berrima, Adelaide

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"SCOTT.— Killed in action in France, Private Sydney P. Scott, fourth son of W. and E. C. Scott, Port Pirie West.

Rest on in peace, oh, warrior brave, For now your task is o'er; The greatest gift you gladly gave, To help us win the war. 

The last post now has sounded, You've laid aside your sword, And God has called you from us, To your nobly won reward.

This prayer we all are breathing, Though our hearts are wrung with pain, Rest on in peace, brave soldier boy, Till the bugle sounds again. Inserted by his loving parents, sisters and brothers.

SCOTT.— In loving memory of Pte. Sydney P. Scott, of Port Pirie West, who was killed in action on October 4, 1917.

When the shadows are falling soft and still, And the heat of the day is done, I see through the dark, as a mother will, The face of the lad that's gone;

The face of a lad with a stalwart frame, Whom God once gave to me, With a fearless heart and a stainless name, And a soul of chivalry.

I see him again as he said farewell, Gallant and tall and gay, I hear the ring of the station bell The day that he went away;

And Oh the day when the cable came, And I knew that this race was run, And that nothing was left but an honored name, And a grave for my son — my son.

And every night when the sun goes west, And the toil of the day is done, Oh we long for the boy we all loved And the smile of the lad that's gone. Inserted by his sorrowing mother." - from the Port Pirie Recorder 06 Nov 1917 (