Jack's Diary

The diary of Sergeant Samuel John "Jack" Drew M.M., August 1918 to January 1919.

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Location: Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

Over 60, with a son 32 and a daughter 22. Retired on 26 October, 2007, after 37 years with the company. No matter, I've led an interesting life with much travel in Southeast Asia, the Pacific Region, and a little bit of Africa.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Page 13-14 - September 9th

Monday Sept 9th found us out at 7:30am. After the usual clean up & breakfast we went for another march & finished up in Peronne & set off to the 9the Battallion in search of Arthur Jeays, but found he was wounded, but they did not know where he was. After dinner we set off for another shift & at 3pm we set off and passed through Peronne to a place called Doingt, where we found the Battallion so we set to work to build another home. Found a good shed & made it comfy.

Arthur Jeays was another Sandgate lad. The National Archives records for Arthur Vivian JEAYS show that he suffered severe gunshot wounds to the left thigh and right foot on 19 July 1918, and at the time Jack whent looking for him was safely convalescing in the South African Hospital at Richmond Park, Surrey. He never returned to the trenches, and returned to Australia in 1919.

Albert Frederick JEAYS (Arthur's cousin?) was another Sandgate lad that enlisted in the First AIF.

The Jeays and Drew families were good friends through sailing, fishing and business, and that connection is with us still today - one of my cousins is married to Isabel Jeays.

Saturday Sept 9th came up clear and still, with a hint of moisture in the air. Rain is on its way, according to the Bureau. Knee is still being awkward. Today, we voted in a state election but nothing much changed - it was all over by 21:00. With the looming rain, mowed what there was of the lawn mainly to sweep up the fallen leaves left after the winds. There were a few lanky bits that must have received some stormwater. Anyhow, it all looks much tidier for its trim. Got some stuff to try to plug up the crack(s) in the head of the car - evil looking brew, and a real rigmarole to introduce it to the cooling system. Hope it works, otherwise the wagon is destined for the scrap yard.


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