Gnr Frederick George ESSEX – Siege Battery – Died of wounds on 15/9/1918

Gunner 625864 Frederick George Essex. 309th Siege Battery, Honourable Artillery Company. Died of wounds received near Villers Faucon, on 15th September 1918, aged 34. Buried in Bronfay Farm Military Cemetery, France.

Bronfay Farm - Essex FG

Grave of Frederick G Essex, HAC.

  • Birth registered in 4th quarter of 1884
  • 1891 census: Living with parents and siblings at High Street, Minchinhampton, Gloucestershire
  • 1901 census: Living as boarder, aged 16, at 51 Mill Street, Ludlow, Shropshire, occupation given as printer’s apprentice
  • 1911 census: Living as a lodger at 44 Abingdon Road, Kensington, London, occupation given as stationer
  • Admitted into HAC on 22nd March 1917
  • Rank of Signaller
  • Married Eva Rosabel Robbins (29) on 30th September 1917 at St Phillips, Kensington, London
  • Overseas on 8th February 1918
  • Wounded on 11th September 1918
  • Died on 15th September 1918
  • Buried Bronfay Farm Military Cemetery, Bray-Sur-Somme, France.
  • Grave ref II.F.70.
  • Son of Frederick (1852-1920) and Harriet Essex, of Minchinhampton, Gloucestershire
  • Husband of Eva Rosabel Essex, of 41, Earls Court Rd., Kensington, London.
  • Brother of Lucy F (1877), Howard (1879), Amelia (1880) and Henrietta (1883)
  • Commemorated on Minchinhampton war memorial

“On this evening of the 11th Fritz started one of his shoots at the rear end of the valley, and travelled down towards us in jumps of about a hundred yards; no cheerful sight to stick your head out of the dug-out, and see them coming along the base of the ridge towards you.  They didn’t after all reach as far as our E Sub. dug-outs, but one fell near the cookhouse and Bacon and Essex were caught there out in the open.  They fell flat as the burst came near them, and Bacon was only scratched, but Essex was mortally wounded.  Captain Chattey, Jumbo and Keen ran up to him up to him, and carried him off on a stretcher; he was conscious, and showed wonderful self-control: “It’s no good saying I’ve got a cushy wound, chaps,” he said; “I’m badly hit, I know.”  He died shortly after reaching the dressing station.  He was one of the quietest, and one of the best of men, and had always remained cool under the heaviest fire.  Bert Hayward was wounded this night also.” (Extract from London Gunners)

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