The Fry brothers: Alan & Dene

'Well Mother, as you know your son was not only my brother but my very best friend.’

They were born two years apart and were best friends. They had grown up together in the Fry family home, Denegully in Lindfield, Sydney.

Alan, the younger brother, enlisted first in December 1914 at the age of 20. He had been working for the Burns Philp Shipping Company as a supercargo; managing cargo on merchant ships in the Pacific. Alan served in Egypt then arrived in France with the 13th Battalion, 10th Reinforcements in 1916. His service in France was brief. He died from wounds received at Pozieres on 14 August 1916.

Dene, who had enlisted at the age of 21 in May 1915 in the 3rd Battalion was stationed at a training camp in England when he received the news of his brother’s death. Dene sank into a depression, turning his sad thoughts over and over in his mind and admitted to his mother, ‘I am down’.

Dene was killed on 9 April 1917 at Hermies, near the town of Bapaume which had recently been taken by British troops when the German forces retreated to the Hindenburg Line in early 1917. Dene was one of the many casualties, shot in the head on Easter Monday morning as Allied forces took control over a series of French villages leading up to the Hindenburg Line.

Dene was initially buried in an isolated grave on the side of a track one mile west of the village of Hermies. His remains were later reinterred in the Beaumetz Cross Roads military cemetery near Bapaume in northern France.

Letter from Dene home to his mother after having just heard of his brother's death.

Bovington Camp
West Camp A.I.F.
Dorset. Eng
17th Oct. 1916

My Dear Mother

I am far too upset and sick at heart to say much Mother dear, for I have just had a telegram from Tommy which tells me Alan died of wounds in France on August fourteenth. I can find no one who knew him intimately round about and so I have to just think of him and turn my sad thoughts over and over in my own mind. Everyone is very sympathetic and some of the returned boys have said some fine things which only those who have been through this hell can say. But we are far from anywhere here and the very locality and weather are cold and cheerless, and I admit I’m down.

Well Mother, as you know your son was not only my brother but my very best friend. I don’t know of anyone who could ever say one word against him

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and I’m sure he never made an enemy. The Burns Philp boys will be dreadfully sorry and all the north shore Line lads will I’m sure miss him. It leaves a great blank in my life which only little Bills growing up can fill. I hope Hazel and Dorothy fully realise what Alan has sacrificed and how they should cherish for ever all the kindest thoughts and remembrances of him, and remember that the greatest of all honours are his. "All the world might stand and say – This was a man." He had Uncle Fred’s nature but said as little of his own troubles as did Uncle Jim. Believe me Mother dear, the people in Australia are sadly ignorant of things. But it is best so. The privations of Egypt even, which are sneered at if a man has not been to the front, and which Alan had so much of, were hardly mentioned by him. We have 1000 wounded men here from the Posieres action and all agree that Gallipoli was a mere picnic. France is a battle of mammoth engines and until the people realise we must have men, it will go on

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in the same equal way.

Its awfully hard to write about Alan. I’m thinking hard of him all the time but your pen cant go fast enough for your thoughts. Tommy has written me a beautiful letter, but I feel oh so lonely through it all, so much on my own, and not an old pal who knew him near me. I could get so much off my chest if I could only chat over his memory with an old pal. I cannot simply cannot say more Mother, you must just all picture me of hope and joy and fortune destitute, and turning it over and over in my tired mind. Father will be ever so proud, and so he should be. He can hold his head as high as the highest, for he is the father of a hero who has done his bit in this crisis. How can the women have anything to do with the boys at home? If everyone would only come forward it would all be over & done with. Birdwood wants 40 000 Australians & he is going to take Lile.

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There are no soldiers like them. Anzacs especially these lame and sad faced lads all around us, are the pride of the empire. They have acquitted themselves magnificently and paid a cruel price. I feel proud beyond words of Alan just as proud as I felt when I knew dear little Marion was to be all mine.

The question of whether I should go to the front now that Alan has gone must only be solved in one way Mother dear. I will go. Don’t worry over it you know I was born lucky. There is not much chance of us being moved over to France for months. I don’t think I will alter my mind, and even if I wanted it, I probably could not get a transfer. If conscription comes in it might make a difference. I will give it every consideration.

Give my best love to all at home. We have indeed suffered a sad sad thing in our happy home but it is a glorious thing. Goodbye Mother dear.

Your loving son

Arthur John Moore Burrowes letters and postcards to his family, 26 January 1918-15 September 1919
'If anything else is added the post card will be destroyed'

Keeping the secrets of battles fought, won and lost, makes for very clinical correspondence from ‘over there’. Reading between the lines about the realities of life in the armed forces must have been very difficult for the recipients of such scant morsels of information. It isn’t exactly a wordy message but I am sure it would have been happily received back home with the first line kept intact. See postcard.

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