BYNOE, Allan Henry
Service Number: | SX19479 |
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Enlisted: | 26 April 1943, Wayville, South Australia |
Last Rank: | Trooper |
Last Unit: | 2nd/9th Cavalry Commando Squadron |
Born: | Hindmarsh, South Australia, 23 February 1915 |
Home Town: | Ethelton, South Australia |
Schooling: | Not yet discovered |
Occupation: | Jockey |
Died: | Natural causes, Adelaide, South Australia, 21 February 2004, aged 88 years |
Cemetery: |
Centennial Park Cemetery, South Australia Services Family, Shrub Bed 6, Position 056 |
Memorials: | Keswick "M" and Z" Special Units Independent Companies & Commando Squadrons Memorial |
World War 2 Service
26 Apr 1943: | Enlisted Private, SX19479, Wayville, South Australia | |
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26 Apr 1943: | Enlisted Australian Military Forces (Army WW2), Private, SX19479 | |
27 Apr 1943: | Involvement Trooper, SX19479 | |
14 Dec 1945: | Discharged Trooper, SX19479, 2nd/9th Cavalry Commando Squadron |
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Add my storyBiography contributed by Peter Cates
Alan Bynoe, 2/9 Squadron was a jockey before the war and the 6 Div light weight boxing champion on the Tableland, but he was a heavy weight when we carried him on the stretcher from Aboama to The Bend.
According to the "Green Fields Beyond" he was wounded in the stomach when Laurie Hedley's patrol entered Aboama, but it was Lionel Oxlad's section that carried him back till they met Tim Watson's 6 section, with DR Peter Grieve.
We then took over the portage, arriving back at The Bend by lantern light after a precipitous descent and a hair raising crossing of the Danmap. Peter, who had been carrying the rifles of the stretcher party, operated on his lung that night and he was evacuated on the next morning's Boong train, never to return to the Squadron.
Post war he was unable to ride but became a successful trainer in Adelaide. When Edie Elston and I visited him in 1991 he still had a horse in training, stabled in the back yard of his suburban house. He was a bit forgetful at that time and, I think, a little suspicious of Eddie and me, but he eventually relaxed and posed for photographs as we talked about things he remembered.
He had other visitors of course. Bill (Snowy) Williams had been wounded a few weeks earlier and they met up at the American Hospital in Aitape where Snow, being penniless at the time, bit him for a quid.
Many years later, after the pound had long been superceded by the dollar, Snow called on Allen, unannounced, greeting him at the door with: "Here's