Obituary
Gallipoli veteran. Born Sydney, May 9, 1897. Died Perth, February
24,1999, aged 101.
Some people are fortunate enough to experience one great defining
moment, when they are touched by something larger than life; but
it is rare to experience more than one.
Len
Hall was touched by the hand of greatness three times, and the hand
of epic romance once.
He landed at Gallipoli with the Anzacs, where he fought as a machine-gunner
during the heroic assault on the Nek. He helped capture Beersheba
in 1917, riding in the legendary charge by the Light Horse Brigade
of the Desert Mounted Corps. And he rode with Lawrence of Arabia
to liberate Damascus in 1918.
Then, on his return to sleepy Perth in 1919, he married a woman
who four years earlier had accepted the feather from his slouch
hat.
According to Lawrence of Arabia, the Australian Light Horse regiments
of the Anzac Mounted Division who rode with him into Damascus were
among the best riders in the world. Hall was one of a band
of sporting Australians . . . who saw the battle as a point-to-point
with Damascus as the post.
Impressed by the riding skills of Hall and his mates, many from
the bush, Lawrence wrote in The Arab Revolt (1927): With no
better horsemen available, I deployed these fearless Australians
to the north and west of Damascus to lead the charge into the city
ahead of the slower British, confident the Australians would force
a surrender.
His faith was well placed. The lighthorsemen, many on well-groomed
mounts maintained by bush poet Banjo Paterson in his role as army
stable manager, helped capture Damascus, forcing out the occupying
Turks.
That night, Lawrence wrote: Damascus went mad with joy. A
quarter of a million souls poured into the streets with the men
tossing up their tarbushes to cheer, women tearing off their veils
and householders throwing flowers on to the road before us.
Hall had enlisted in 1915 after an officer heard him playing the
bugle and begged him to join up because the 10th Light Horse needed
a bugler. He was just 16, so he exaggerated his age, donned an oversized
uniform and sailed for Egypt, practising his bugle en route. But
he had to leave his bugle behind for Gallipoli, where his role was
to operate a Vickers machine-gun. He fought in campaigns such as
the Nek until the evacuation from the Gallipoli peninsula.
Having learnt to stay on a horse during training in
Egypt, General Harry Chauvel, the first Australian officer appointed
to command troops in World War I, put him through his paces.
He made me ride a pretty tough tent pegging course,
Hall recalled, but I managed to get through and he just said,
Youll do, son.
During the Beersheba charge, Hall was injured by a bomb dropped
from a German aircraft that killed nine of his 14-man mounted gun
crew and his horse, Q6.
I was really sorry to lose that horse as Sir Sidney Kidman
the Cattle King gave it to me and it was a wonderful
horse, he said. It was after winning his colours in the charge
that Hall was patched up and selected by Lawrence for the assault
on Damascus.
Hall was undoubtedly lucky to survive. At Gallipoli, 879 of his
fellow diggers were killed, and Hall was especially vulnerable as
lead machine-gunner in the impossible assault on the Nek, a steep
hilltop Turkish gun position.
I only survived because I had a really good Vickers machine-gun,
he explained, and this stopped me getting hit. It was a very
fast gun. At least 400 of the 600 who charged the Nek that
day were not so lucky. Apart from the landing itself, more Australian
lives were lost at the Nek than at any other stage of the Gallipoli
battle. As war historian C.E.W. Bean described it: The dead
lay so thick on the ground, the only respect retreating diggers
could pay them was not to tread on their faces.
But Hall bore no grudges against his foe. Revisiting Gallipoli in
1990 for the 75th anniversary, he told me: I had nothing against
the Turks. They are good people. I respect them. They were just
defending their home ground. In fact,
I
would fight for them next time rather than fight against them.
In fact, Hall turned out to be as much a romantic as he was a fighter.
When he rode out to the Fremantle wharf to board his ship for Egypt,
he plucked the emu plume from his slouch hat and thrust it into
the hands of a girl waving in the crowd. As he marched back into
town four years later, a woman stepped forward saying: Excuse
me sir, would you like your plume back?
Hall fell in love with the caretaker of his feather, Eunice Lydiate,
and they were married two years later. They had two children, Frank
and Leonore.
Between the wars, Hall worked as a country grocer before starting
a career with the Postmaster-General, the forerunner of Australia
Post and Telstra, working as a telephone technician and then as
a postmaster at Hamelin Pool, between Geraldton and Carnarvon on
the West Australian coast. He relayed messages during the World
War II battle between HMS Sydney and German ship Kormoran in which
the Australian ship was sunk with the loss of all 645 aboard.
When Hall retired, he and Eunice travelled to Europe, returning
to the battlefields of his youth, including the trip to Gallipoli
for the 75th anniversary of the campaign. Later, when Eunice fell
ill, Len nursed her until she died in 1996, aged 96.
Halls death means Australia has lost its last living link
with Lawrence of Arabia.
Len Hall is survived by his two children, three grandchildren and
five great-grandchildren.
Jonathan King
Jonathan King interviewed Len Hall for a television documentary
on the Anzacs.
The Australian, Thursday, February 25, 1999.