Isaac AMEY

AMEY, Isaac

Service Number: 5971
Enlisted: 25 January 1916, Melbourne, Victoria
Last Rank: Private
Last Unit: 14th Infantry Battalion
Born: Moorna, New South Wales, 25 January 1878
Home Town: Wentworth, Wentworth, New South Wales
Schooling: Not yet discovered
Occupation: Labourer
Died: Natural causes, Wentworth, New South Wales, 25 October 1946, aged 68 years
Cemetery: Wentworth Cemetery, New South Wales
Memorials: Ballarat Australian Ex-Prisoners of War Memorial, Mildura Workingmans Club War Memorial
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World War 1 Service

25 Jan 1916: Enlisted AIF WW1, Private, 5971, 14th Infantry Battalion, Melbourne, Victoria
1 Aug 1916: Involvement AIF WW1, Private, 5971, 14th Infantry Battalion, Enlistment/Embarkation WW1, --- :embarkation_roll: roll_number: '11' embarkation_place: Melbourne embarkation_ship: HMAT Miltiades embarkation_ship_number: A28 public_note: ''
1 Aug 1916: Embarked AIF WW1, Private, 5971, 14th Infantry Battalion, HMAT Miltiades, Melbourne
11 Apr 1917: Imprisoned Bullecourt (First)
11 Apr 1917: Wounded Bullecourt (First), Smashed knee
20 Mar 1919: Discharged AIF WW1, Private, 5971, 14th Infantry Battalion

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Biography

Part statement made by Isaac Amey on his repatriation;

On 11th April 1917, in the early morning, we went over the top and captured the German trenches. This was the only time I had been over and I saw nothing in the fighting to make me think that the Germans were not playing the game, either then or in the subsequent counter attack. It was in the counter attack that I was wounded, about mid-day, and had my right knee smashed.

I was carried into the trenches and given a drink of water. Late in the afternoon I was carried by some of our own men who were prisoners into a village, the name of which I do not know, and put in a house with about a dozen other wounded, but did not receive any attention. We lay there all night on the brick floor without any dressing. Next morning the house was shelled by our guns and the plaster all came down on us.

It was two or three days until my leg was seen too. It got into a very bad state, inflamed and also smelt badly. Eventually a doctor said he could not save me unless it was amputated. I consented and the operation was performed on the 5th of June.

 

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