Post by Dave Homewood on Aug 11, 2013 1:17:38 GMT 12
Ray Deerness asked me to post this, he gained permission form the author for it to be posted here. I'm so glad he did, it's a superb story. Ray points out that Andrew should read as Albert.
Jackie
The Centenary of the Great War, World War 1 (1914-18) is coming up and there will be ceremonies to honour the dead round the world.
It was a terrible war with huge losses and when Britain declared war on Germany, all the British Commonwealth countries were automatically at war too..
It was only four years after the Union of South Africa.There was a rebellion in the Transvaal and other places. However, there were many English and Afrikaans speaking people who enlisted to fight for Britain. I would like to share with you a true story of a brave soldier called Jackie.
In 1914 a young man called Andrew Marr lived on Cheshire Farm in Valeria, Pretoria. He had raised an orphaned baboon that regarded Andrew as his alpha male and wouldn't be parted from him. Andrew went to enlist as a soldier, but said he couldn't leave Pretoria without his baboon. The animal was well behaved and described as "dignified". In any event, the recruiting officer was sympathetic and agreed that the baboon could be the Division's mascot and so Andrew and Jackie went off to train to be soldiers. Jackie drilled and marched like any other soldier and when the South African Brigade was diverted to Egypt, they all went up North to help the British against the Turks, who were threatening the Suez Canal and therefore British interests in the Suez Canal Company. At the battle of Agagia, a hand grenade fell beside Andrew and without hesitation; Jackie picked it up and flung it back! When Andrew was shot in the right shoulder, Jackie tried to ease the pain and licked the wound until the stretcher bearers came. By licking the wound, Jackie prevented the wound from going septic and Andrew healed quickly.
When the 3rd Division was sent to "Flanders Fields" in Belgium, Jackie was enlisted as a soldier, given a uniform and rations and treated like any other soldier.. He was accepted as a comrade in arms, would salute the army officers on their rounds and light a cigarette for a "pal".
Jackie shared the mud and privations of the trenches and went "over the top" with the Regiment. He also went on guard duty at night with Andrew and saved the men time and again because his sight and hearing were acute. When he heard the movement of the enemy, Jackie would give a few short barks and tug Andrew's sleeve. Together they survived the noise and terror of Delville Wood in 1916.
It was at the battle of La Clyte in 1918 that Jackie was wounded. He was seen trying to build a little wall of stones round himself like the other soldiers when he was hit by a piece of shell. At first he tried to carry on defending himself in terrible pain. His right arm was bleeding and his left leg was all but shot away, attached only by a thin strip of sinew. He refused to allow the stretcher bearers to come near him, but let Andrew carry him to the Medical Station. Colonel RN Woodsend of the Royal Army Medical Corps wrote of the pathetic sight of Jackie moaning with pain, carried by his keeper who was crying his eyes out in sympathy. Andrew begged the surgeon to help the comrade who had saved his life in Egypt. Jackie "lapped up the chloroform as if it had been whiskey" and the surgeon cut off the leg with a pair of scissors. They were not sure if the chloroform and the operation would kill Jackie, but when the CO went to check up on him at the Casualty Clearing Station, Jackie sat up in bed and saluted him.
Andrew and Jackie were sent to London to recover and Jackie's proudest moment was to participate in the Lord Mayor's Day Procession in London. They managed to collect a huge amount of money for the widows and orphans fund by allowing the public to pay half a crown to shake Jackie by the hand and five shillings to kiss the baboon. When the war was over, they returned home to South Africa where Jackie dined at Johannesburg's Park Station restaurant. He was wearing his uniform proudly with 1 gold wound stripe, and three blue service chevrons for the three years front line service.
Jackie received his discharge papers and a pension and a Pretoria Citizen's service medal. He and Andrew went back to Cheshire Farm in Valeria and tried to settle down quietly with their "shell-shock". In 1922, there was an electric storm in Pretoria that was louder than usual. The thunder claps were too much for Jackie and he suffered a heart attack and died. Although Afrikaans, English, Xhosa and Coloured folk enlisted in the Great War, when the remnants came home, they spoke of themselves as "South Africans" for the first time. Jackie was a great South African.
Jackie
The Centenary of the Great War, World War 1 (1914-18) is coming up and there will be ceremonies to honour the dead round the world.
It was a terrible war with huge losses and when Britain declared war on Germany, all the British Commonwealth countries were automatically at war too..
It was only four years after the Union of South Africa.There was a rebellion in the Transvaal and other places. However, there were many English and Afrikaans speaking people who enlisted to fight for Britain. I would like to share with you a true story of a brave soldier called Jackie.
In 1914 a young man called Andrew Marr lived on Cheshire Farm in Valeria, Pretoria. He had raised an orphaned baboon that regarded Andrew as his alpha male and wouldn't be parted from him. Andrew went to enlist as a soldier, but said he couldn't leave Pretoria without his baboon. The animal was well behaved and described as "dignified". In any event, the recruiting officer was sympathetic and agreed that the baboon could be the Division's mascot and so Andrew and Jackie went off to train to be soldiers. Jackie drilled and marched like any other soldier and when the South African Brigade was diverted to Egypt, they all went up North to help the British against the Turks, who were threatening the Suez Canal and therefore British interests in the Suez Canal Company. At the battle of Agagia, a hand grenade fell beside Andrew and without hesitation; Jackie picked it up and flung it back! When Andrew was shot in the right shoulder, Jackie tried to ease the pain and licked the wound until the stretcher bearers came. By licking the wound, Jackie prevented the wound from going septic and Andrew healed quickly.
When the 3rd Division was sent to "Flanders Fields" in Belgium, Jackie was enlisted as a soldier, given a uniform and rations and treated like any other soldier.. He was accepted as a comrade in arms, would salute the army officers on their rounds and light a cigarette for a "pal".
Jackie shared the mud and privations of the trenches and went "over the top" with the Regiment. He also went on guard duty at night with Andrew and saved the men time and again because his sight and hearing were acute. When he heard the movement of the enemy, Jackie would give a few short barks and tug Andrew's sleeve. Together they survived the noise and terror of Delville Wood in 1916.
It was at the battle of La Clyte in 1918 that Jackie was wounded. He was seen trying to build a little wall of stones round himself like the other soldiers when he was hit by a piece of shell. At first he tried to carry on defending himself in terrible pain. His right arm was bleeding and his left leg was all but shot away, attached only by a thin strip of sinew. He refused to allow the stretcher bearers to come near him, but let Andrew carry him to the Medical Station. Colonel RN Woodsend of the Royal Army Medical Corps wrote of the pathetic sight of Jackie moaning with pain, carried by his keeper who was crying his eyes out in sympathy. Andrew begged the surgeon to help the comrade who had saved his life in Egypt. Jackie "lapped up the chloroform as if it had been whiskey" and the surgeon cut off the leg with a pair of scissors. They were not sure if the chloroform and the operation would kill Jackie, but when the CO went to check up on him at the Casualty Clearing Station, Jackie sat up in bed and saluted him.
Andrew and Jackie were sent to London to recover and Jackie's proudest moment was to participate in the Lord Mayor's Day Procession in London. They managed to collect a huge amount of money for the widows and orphans fund by allowing the public to pay half a crown to shake Jackie by the hand and five shillings to kiss the baboon. When the war was over, they returned home to South Africa where Jackie dined at Johannesburg's Park Station restaurant. He was wearing his uniform proudly with 1 gold wound stripe, and three blue service chevrons for the three years front line service.
Jackie received his discharge papers and a pension and a Pretoria Citizen's service medal. He and Andrew went back to Cheshire Farm in Valeria and tried to settle down quietly with their "shell-shock". In 1922, there was an electric storm in Pretoria that was louder than usual. The thunder claps were too much for Jackie and he suffered a heart attack and died. Although Afrikaans, English, Xhosa and Coloured folk enlisted in the Great War, when the remnants came home, they spoke of themselves as "South Africans" for the first time. Jackie was a great South African.
