Edward Tracey

Honour roll location: Pillar 8C

Feature story location: Pillar 4D

Ted Tracey- a baby at war.

Leaving his parents and community, Private Edward (Eddie or Ted) Tracey joined the 38th Battalion in February 1916 at just 19 years old. After training in England, Ted left for France on the 22nd of November, 1916. Three short months later, Ted was shot in the chest. According to Fred Perry, he only lived a few minutes after he was hit.

Ted Tracey. Image courtesy of East Loddon Historical Society.

The Bendigonian newspaper reflected on how the entire district mourned the loss of Alex Dalziel and Ted, reporting that a ‘gloom was cast over the district’.

The local State school flag was flown at half-mast high all day on Saturday as a mark of respect to the memory of the two brave boys [Ted and Alex Dalziel] who so nobly answered the call of their King and country, and died, not as shirkers, but as heroes. One must admire the spirit of these lads, for Private Edward Tracey was not 21 years of age, and he fought for older men who should be there doing their duty. Australian “babies” fighting for the older Australian eligible men is the saddest spectacle in this war of the world.

‘Two Country Soldiers’, Bendigonian, 22nd of March 1917, p. 9



George Mossop

Honour roll location: Pillar 7B

Feature story location: Pillar 4A

Always a smile, even in ice, mud and slush.

After enlisting and being discharged as medically unfit early in the war, George Mossop re-enlisted with his mates. This time he was successful. He trained in England before he was sent to the front line in France. He wrote home whilst camped near Stonehenge:

There is some beautiful scenery in old England,  but still Sunny Australia will do for me.

George Mossop. Image courtesy of East Loddon Historical Society

George died on the 13th of January, 1917. He had only just re-joined his unit after suffering from the mumps. According to a letter sent to his parents from Captain J. A. Ackroyd, he was on sentry duty when the Germans began shelling their company. Ackroyd wrote:

A minenerfer shell landed quite close to his post, throwing him a considerable distance into another larger shell hole, and killing him.
His mates miss him greatly, as he was one of the cheeriest souls we had. Even when up to his knees in mud and slush, with ice thick upon the surrounding water for 10 or 12 hours, he could still raise a smile and a cheery word – one of the best.

George was buried at the Cite Bonjean Cemetery in Nord, France. His gravestone says “A devoted son & brother. Upright, loving & brave Mizpah”. Mizpah is a Hebrew word that has come to signify an emotional bond between two people.