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"Johnny Canuck"

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Dripping sweat, “Johnny Canuck” from the 8th Canadians (90th Winnipeg Rifles) marches to the front, heavily burdened with his giant pack, 303 Lee-Enfield Rifle, wearing hob-nailed boots and puffing on a “gasper”, hopefully a Players.

Sketch by Stuart Stoddart DCM

Ode to a sten gun

You wicked piece of vicious tin!

Call you a gun?

Don't make me grin.

You're just a bloated piece of pipe.

You couldn't hit a hunk of tripe.

But when you're with me in the night,

I'll tell you, pal, you're just alright!

 

Each day I wipe you free of dirt.

Your dratted corners tear my shirt.

I cuss at you and call you names,

You're much more trouble than my dames.

But, boy, do I love to hear your yammer

When you're spitting lead in a business manner.

 

You conceited pile of salvage junk.

I think this prowess talk is bunk.

Yet if I want a wall of lead

Thrown at some Jerry's head

It is to you I raise my hat;

You're a damn good pal... you silly gat!

 by Gnr. S.N. Teed, WW II

John Hay DCM

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John Hay DCM

Winnipeg Tribune April 8, 1916

Note: The Distinguished Conduct Medal (DCM) was awarded to enlisted men and NCOs for “Distinguished Conduct in the Field”.

John Hay was born in Scotland and had served with the Gordon Highlanders during the Boer War. He was 33-years-old when he enlisted as an original member of the 8th Battalion. On 23 May 1915, he won the Distinguished Conduct Medal (DCM) for conspicuous gallantry. In 1916, he severely fractured an ankle was sent back to Canada and later received a commission. Hay’s medals are on display in The Royal Winnipeg Rifles Museum. 


Memoir of Major John Hay DCM

[We] went into billets at Ypres for some days and went into the line again at St. Julian, relieving the 7th Batt CEF. This was about the 20th April 1915. The trenches at St. Julien were in fair shape for French trenches and, after we had been there for a day or two, we saw, during the afternoon, a green cloud going over the trenches of the French Colonial troops to our left but got no explanation of same. 

Next morning at “stand to arms,” whilst I was serving out the rum ration to the troops, one of the men called my attention to the enemy lines. From points about 20 yards apart and apparently some yards in front of same a thick yellowish white cloud was issuing as if from pipes. This cloud merged together as it came towards us and changed to a green color as it thinned out. There was a slight breeze and when the cloud got to our lines the first breath of it choked me and burned my eyes and nose. The stuff burned my lungs as if it was boiling water and the whole trench was full of the green cloud so that I could not see five yards. The men had opened fire on the enemy, expecting an attack under cover of the cloud, but they now began to fall back from the parapet from the effect of the gas. 

The C.C. Company Major H. Matthews now came along and asked me what we should do. I could not see that there was anything useful to be done as the gas would soon finish us all but suggested the issue of rum, which we had for issue that evening. He told me to carry on with it and I got a dixie (camp kettle) and poured the rum into it and served it out neat. 

The men all vomited when they drank it and it seemed to help them. I had not gone far when my knees gave out and I had to quit turning the job over to Cpl Bradley. The gas was thinning out by this time and the Germans started shelling heavily. The men of the company were in bad shape and some were dead. All brass and steel work was corroded a green color and the matter coughed up from the lungs was a bright green and all the eyes were blood shot and running water.


For conspicuous gallantry on 23rd May 1915, at Festubert. After all the company officers had been killed or wounded, Colour-Serjeant Hay took command of the Company, which was occupying a trench separate from the Battalion, and his coolness and gallant behaviour under fire set a fine example to all ranks and greatly assisted to keep them steady throughout the day.
— Hay, J. 8th Bn. 09/06/15, P975 London Gazette

This is an excerpt from Holding Their Bit - Remembering the 8th Canadian Battalion (90th Winnipeg Rifles) 1914-1918 The Little Black Devils, a book edited by Ian Stewart and published by The Royal Winnipeg Rifles Museum & Archives in 2018.


Frederick Hawkes

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Longest-lived member of the

8th Battalion and one of the longest-lived Canadian combat infantryman of the First World War.

Frederick Hawkes, born in England on 15 April 1892, was admitted to Canada in 1901, along with his sister, as one of the British Home Children. He was sent to Portage la Prairie, Manitoba where he lived with local farm families.

Private Hawkes served in France with the 8th Battalion in the First World War, and was awarded the British War Medal and the Victory Medal. Following demobilization, Frederick received a soldier’s land grant and farmed near Portage la Prairie. He then went on to serve in the Second World War.

Frederick Hawkes never married. He died, aged 106 years and 136 days, on 18 August 1998 in Portage la Prairie and was interred in Hillside Cemetery. 

Frederick Hawkes is the longest-lived member of the 8th Battalion and one of the longest-lived Canadian combat infantryman of the First World War. 


The above information was derived from Holding Their Bit - Remembering the 8th Canadian Battalion (90th Winnipeg Rifles) 1914-1918 The Little Black Devils, a book edited by Ian Stewart and published by The Royal Winnipeg Rifles Museum & Archives in 2018.