Speechifying

At an informal meeting that I wasn't able to attend, it was agreed that I would be the best person to deliver the keynote address at the opening ceremony for Tramway Anzacs – if it was not too much trouble. Further, it was suggested that this be a written speech, so the museum had something to keep for the records. Naturally, the rest of the committee would understand if I didn’t want to do it.

After sigh or two, I knew the game was up.

Writing the speech wasn’t hard, although it is very different writing words designed to be spoken rather than read. The cadence and flow of the speech is all important, and given the topic, I wanted to maximise the emotional impact.

Having done a little bit of public speaking, it was obvious that practicing the speech would be important. The only problem is how to get through to the end without tearing up, as the subject matter resonates with my own family history. Five brothers of my grandfather went off to the First World War – Bert died of wounds in Alexandria in August 1915, Richard was killed at Gallipoli on Hill 60 in the same month, Stan at Pozières in July 1916, and Carl died at the First Battle of Amman in Transjordan in March 1918.

Only Ted survived – and he was wounded twice and gassed once. When he got back to Australia, he met his family on Station Pier, whom he had not seen for four years – and three days later his wife died from Spanish flu, leaving him with two children.

I remember Great-uncle Ted from childhood, with his dry rasping cough caused by scarring of his lungs from poison gas, and sitting on a decided slant as a large chunk of his buttock had been shot away at Villers-Bretonneux.

Most of the practice runs saw me tearing up a little, but delivering the speech on Saturday went rather well – although it got close on one or two sections. The text follows below.

Tramway Anzacs

The First World War left an indelible mark on Australia. Every town and city has a war memorial, recording the names of those who served, and those who never returned. The names of far-off places appear on street signs in our suburbs – Fromelles Avenue, Bullecourt Road, and Passchendaele Street. People go to the RSL for a quiet drink, or a flutter on the pokies. Thousands of students attend lectures and tutorials at Monash University – named after the commander of Australian forces in France in 1918 – while almost every Australian at some time in their life will attend a dawn service or watch a march on Anzac Day.

All these things are part of the backdrop of Australian life, originating from a time before Australian citizenship, when to be Australian was to be a loyal subject of the British Empire.

One hundred years ago today, on the eleventh of April 1915, the men of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps were yet to be committed to action. They were waiting on transports anchored off the Greek islands of Mudros and Lemnos, two weeks away from landing on a beach on the Gallipoli Peninsula, on a place that became known as Anzac Cove.

Who were these men, these soldiers of the Australian Imperial Force?

Those who had held jobs on the Melbourne tramways were a little older than the general run of soldiers, ranging from their twenties to early forties. They were men with established careers, responsible men who had good civilian jobs. Many of these occupations – gripmen, clerks, motormen and tram conductors – no longer exist today, or their duties and titles have been changed almost beyond recognition.

The Tramway Anzacs were Australian-born, and immigrants from the British Isles. They were single men, and husbands, and fathers. During the course of the war, five hundred and thirty-eight Melbourne tramway employees enlisted, joining over three hundred and thirty thousand Australian volunteers who served overseas. The Tramway Anzacs represent a snapshot in time, a true microcosm of their society, of what it meant to be an adult male of European descent serving in the Australian Imperial Force during the Great War of 1914-18.  They enlisted for many different reasons – from a sense of duty, for the adventure, or for escape from an unhappy life.

Before landing at Gallipoli, we imagine that some of the Anzacs were excited, some were apprehensive, and some were afraid. None of them could have had any real conception of what they were to encounter.

Over the next three and a half years, they were to experience a true hell on earth, on the battlefields of Gallipoli, in the deserts of Sinai and Palestine, and most brutally in the trenches of France and Belgium, on the Western Front – the place that soldiers gruesomely called the sausage machine, a relentless industry that processed millions of strong young men into rotting corpses.

One in five Australian soldiers were killed. Two in every five were wounded, by gunshot, shrapnel, high explosive and, worst of all, by gas.  The Tramway Anzacs were no different. Eighty-six of them were killed in action, were posted missing, or died of wounds. Many of them still have no known resting place.

Today, we cannot truly conceive of the scale of loss. Every family, every town, and every workplace was affected by the loss of sons, brothers, husbands, friends and workmates in the war. A generation of Australian women did not marry, for a generation of men had lost their lives on faraway battlefields. Children grew to adulthood without knowing their fathers. Many rural villages suffered a long slow death, as the distant war took their future away.

A common thread in many service records of the dead were requests from families to see a photograph of the grave, seeking reassurance that their bodies were laid to rest in a Christian manner, or pleas for details of how a loved one died, trying to make sense of their grief.

The loss was not restricted to the men who did not return. Over the following decades, the maimed and crippled from the war were a common sight in Australian cities and towns. Men who were missing arms, legs, or faces were an accepted part of life. Then there were those who did not carry visible scars. Today they would be diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, but post-war the veterans were expected to suffer in silence, without support or treatment. Many became alcoholics, or became emotionally unavailable, in their pain retreating from friends and family. Others, their health ruined by the stress of active service, died before their time.

These men did not talk of what they endured, and denied that they were heroes – although most of them would say they knew a couple of blokes who were. However, for all of them, their service in the First World War was the time that more than any other, defined their lives.

Did their achievements outweigh the terrible cost?

For many years, the legend of Gallipoli and Anzac Cove has grown, and many proclaim it was the true birthplace of Australian nationhood. But the campaign was a fiasco, a long, slow and bloody defeat created by ambitious politicians and incompetent generalship.

The bloodbaths in France and Belgium in 1916 and 1917 were no better, when thousands of lives were spent for meaningless gains of a few hundred metres. Few of us know of the pivotal role the Australian Corps played in 1918 in defeating the German Army on the Western Front, in an unparalleled series of victories from Villers-Bretonneux to Montbrehain. Fewer still have heard of the part the Australian Light Horse played in capturing Jerusalem, Damascus and Aleppo from the Turks.

Although they have all now passed, we honour the men of the AIF – for their courage, for their endurance, and for their role in gaining victory, and ending one of the bloodiest and most senseless wars in history. Even more, we sorrow for the price that was paid for that victory. Above all, we will remember them.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest we forget.

 

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Today, Yarra Trams employs over 2100 staff in the operation of Melbourne’s tramway network. But what would happen if a war broke out, and one in four of them suddenly enlisted in the armed forces?

Staff shortages would have a significant effect on tram services. Less trams would make getting around Melbourne more difficult; car traffic would no doubt increase, and city streets would likely be more congested.

Melbourne faced this situation between 1914 and 1918, when at least 538 tramway employees enlisted for active service – encouraged by their employers at the various tramway companies and trusts. These organisations even instituted policies to guarantee volunteers employment on their return from active service; in addition, time spent in uniform was credited to employees’ seniority, together with promotions in grade.  

Naturally, this encouragement led to a shortage of staff, placing considerable pressure on tramway operations. To address the shortfall, in 1915 the Prahran & Malvern Tramway Trust (PMTT) seriously considered employing women as conductors. The design of contemporary tramcars required conductors to swing along exterior footboards to collect fares, exposing them to the dangers of falling to the road. This was considered far too dangerous for women, so the PMTT modified one of its trams (No. 36) by cutting an aisle through the seating, enabling conductors to collect fares much more safely from within the car’s interior.

Despite this experiment, and British tramways employing women as both drivers and conductors throughout the war, the PMTT did not proceed any further with this scheme. There were sufficient men ineligible for military service due to age or physical condition to cover. Outside of the PMTT, no other Melbourne tramway considered hiring women as conductors or drivers during the First World War. It would be another twenty-five years before women were able to work in frontline tramway roles, again as a consequence of wartime labour shortages.

On Display

As part of the Victorian Government's Anzac Centenary - Victoria Remembers commemorations, our friends at Yarra Trams have decorated the tram stops at Domain Interchange and Arts Precinct on St Kilda Road with special signage and information panels; there are also two trams decorated in a special livery. These tell the stories of individuals who served in the conflict, or felt the impact of the war; and the strong friendship now shared between Turkey and Australia.

We are very proud to announce that the stories of Tramway Anzacs James Henry Harvey and John Charles Aitken have been included in these special displays. If you can spare a few moments on the way to or from work, we encourage you to dwell a while and read the fascinating featured stories.

Remembrance Poppies

The Common or Flanders Poppy (Papaver rhoeas) grows abundantly in Flanders and Northern France, especially in the disturbed ground of the First World War battlefields. They were popularised through the patriotic poem In Flanders Fields, written in 1915 by Lt-Colonel John McCrae, a Canadian physician. Since the end of the First World War, the poppy has been used across the Commonwealth as a symbol of remembrance for the fallen.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. 

Artificial poppies have been made ever since, their scarlet colour signifying the blood spent in defence of our country. Every 11 November, the RSL sells artificial poppies to support their charitable activities in favour of ex-servicemen and women.

The Australian War Memorial’s education program has a simple yet effective pattern for making poppies from red and black crepe paper and green florist’s wire – about two hundred were made for Tramway Anzacs, as background for a display. Three people laboured for around six hours on producing the flowers. The result in the display cabinet is quite effective, making it difficult to believe the materials only cost $15.  

Famous Connections

Some of the Tramway Anzacs had unusual experiences in the war - especially for a Port Melbourne gripman and an Essendon conductor.

Hugh Gillies Cameron SPENCE

Trooper Hugh Gilles Cameron Spence from the 13th Light Horse was attached to the Egyptian Camel Transport Corps in 1916 and commissioned as a Lieutenant in the British Army. He was responsible for supplying arms and ammunition to the Arab irregulars rebelling against the Ottoman Empire – and became well acquainted with their commander, Lawrence of Arabia. Spence received a brief mention in Colonel T.E. Lawrence’s autobiography, and was decorated with the Order of El Nahda after the war by a grateful Hussein bin Ali, King of Hedjaz.

The lack of alcohol in the desert campaign must have had an effect – after the war, Spence became a publican in Prahran.

 

Francis Cooper PENNY

Private Francis Cooper Penny decided that war in the trenches on the Western Front during the winter of 1916-17 was too damn cold and uncomfortable, so he volunteered for the Royal Flying Corps. He was trained as an Observer, and later became a pilot flying the Bristol Fighter – one of the best aircraft of the war - before he ended up in Ireland flying recon missions against the IRA during the Anglo-Irish War of 1919-21. He also pulled Alcock and Brown’s plane out of a Irish bog after their record-breaking trans-Atlantic flight, and won the high jump at the British Inter-service Athletic Championships in 1920.

Reading his private papers was like reading a Biggles novel!

On returning to Australia, Penny worked for Shell as an aviation officer, and was involved in supporting many pioneering flights in the twenties and thirties.