Remembering my great uncle, 2nd Lt. Alec Wald MC (RFC) and ex-gunner AIF. Killed in a flying accident while flying a Fe2b on home defence duties in northern England, 11 August 1918.
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Photo taken by Alec of the Casualty Clearing Station, Anzac Cove, Gallipoli. He spent 2 nights in it after being hit by shrapnel in the kidney region during a bombardment.
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He spent 9 months with No. 100SQN, RFC on night bombing duties in France. The writing on the photo tells the story.
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When rotated back to the UK, he was on home defence duties which included instruction and anti-submarine patrols. The following photo is my favourite one of Alec after he had a bit of a mishap while instructing a student on the Bristol F2b (Brisfit).
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and then...
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My grandmother kept a photo of her beloved brother on her mantelpiece and when she moved into a rest home, next to her bed. She died at age 104 with her brother looking over her. I grew up with all the photos, medals, diaries, aircraft parts and stories etc. that my grandmother had, and which I now have. He was my inspiration to be a pilot and join the RAAF.
Anzac day means something to me. The younger generations should know where the Anzac spirit was born.