• Charles Gordon Butler

Army / Flying Corps

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  • Birth

    Armidale NSW 2350, Australia

  • Enlistment - WW1

    Liverpool, New South Wales, Australia

Stories and comments
    • The Men of the 18th Battalion
    • Posted by jaydsydaus121, Thursday, 22 July 2021

    Maitland Weekly Mercury (NSW), Saturday 25 December 1915, page 5 MAITLANDERS AT THE FRONT. LETTER FROM SERGEANT BUTLER. LULL AFTER THE STORM. Sergeant Chas. G. Butler, son of Mr. Wm. Butler, of Lorn, writing from Gallipoli on October 13, says: — “I met young Appleby this morning. He has just arrived. I often meet chaps from Maitland district, and always get fairly late news from them. There is quite an array of us here now. Bert must be a Briton to come away. I will surprise him when he arrives, as the unit he is joining is only posted some quarter of a mile from us, and I pass there often. He will be in the same battalion as Appleby and Gordon Chant, who is now having a rest on one of the islands. Being a sergeant now and always on the move, the weeks seem to slip by very quickly. We do very little in the way of fighting— mostly sapping and general fatigue work. Our fellows have earned a spell at this kind of work, as our battalion has been through two charges, and some of the horrors of war in which Calbo and I, being both lucky and none the worse for it, gained great experience, which we are proud of. I don't think we shall ever go through the same by the way things are now. I have not fired a shot for a month. I never run short of anything I want, as I buy extras. “When we first arrived here and went into battle, food and water were scarce, and no eight hours a day either. I put in 36 hours right off in our second charge, and Clarrie something like 45, and done to a turn. Of course, we did not grumble. We were not the only ones. It had to be done. I had the pleasure of helping to push the Turks back from the trenches and in the capture of guns and ammunition. Now we are settled and reorganised we living quite well for active service conditions. ''One of our aeroplanes has just flown over. Our boys are laughing at the futility of the Turkish fire directed against it. Our airman outpoints the Germans here every time. Aeroplanes are common sights every day, though they never bother us very much. You can hardly hear one speak in bed next you some nights for the noise of bombs, rifles, and naval guns fired over our heads and round the hills a few hundred yards round; Sometimes we hear a whizz — a piece of a bomb coming from the hills above, but they seldom hit anyone. I got a crack on the back of the hand one night, so I put a waterproof shoot overhead. Jim Watson is in charge of the bomb throwing machines, trench mortar, etc. Percy Steer and I paid him a visit at Quinn's Post yesterday. He and Bob are O.K. Jim's guns are at it now only 200 yards away. Young Harry Ryan is only the same distance away in another direction with his Battalion, but I have had no time yet to see him or the Bower boys. "Calbo is in Heliopolis Auxiliary Hospital. Nurse Stobo wrote saying where he was, and that he liked being there. I under-stand he was only sent back to an island handy. Harry Taylor gave me the ink to write this letter. I had a good yarn last night with the young Proctor boys, Steer, and Wal Scobie. 'Was attached to-day to Brigade Head-quarters in charge of water supply and issuing same. I am now called the water-sergeant, and have my dug-out next to Harry Taylor. Have very little time to myself, but am as right as rain.”