Born 2nd Sept 1894, Grey Friars Colchester.

Second Lieutenant 6th Bn., Royal Welsh Fusiliers, attached to the 1st/5th Bn., Essex Regiment. Died on Thursday, 19th September 1918. Age 24.

Edward was killed in action by a sniper on the first morning of General Allenby’s successful campaign, known as the battle of Megiddo, which, with Lawrence and the Arab forces attacking from the east, drove the Turks out of Palestine. (photo left, with sister Adria on the garden terrace at Grey Friars)

Edward G and Adria M Fenn at GFEdward Gerald Palmer Fenn version for net

Edward and his platoon were attacking a Turkish position at Kefr-Kasim near Rosh Ha’Ayin in the district of Jiljulie about 15 Km north east of Tel Aviv. He was first buried in Jiljulie District Military Graves where the Wadi Rabah opens to the plain of Sharon, but later exhumed and reburied.

He is now buried at Ramleh War Cemetery, Israel which dates from when Ramleh was occupied by the 1st Australian Light Horse Brigade in November 1917. The cemetery covers an area of 23,895 square metres and the Commonwealth section is enclosed by a stone wall.

Photos, letters, war memorabilia, (including the compass being used by Edward when he was shot), are in the possession of E L Fenn whose grandfather was the last owner of Grey Friars as a family home. More details on his family website www.thekingscandlesticks.com to which we are much indebted for a wealth of material for this project.


RECESSIONAL … by Rudyard Kipling 1897

God of our fathers, known of old,

Lord of our far-flung battle-line,

Beneath whose awful Hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine—

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!


The tumult and the shouting dies;

The Captains and the Kings depart:

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,

An humble and a contrite heart.

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!


Far-called, our navies melt away;

On dune and headland sinks the fire:

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!

Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!


If, drunk with sight of power, we loose

Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,

Such boastings as the Gentiles use,

Or lesser breeds without the Law—

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!


For heathen heart that puts her trust

In reeking tube and iron shard,

All valiant dust that builds on dust,

And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,

For frantic boast and foolish word—

Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

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