How Bunner Robson Died.
Mrs. T.H. Robson, Harwood, has received a letter from Capt. W.H. Dobbie, Officer Commanding 1st Canadian Siege Battery, telling how her son, Gunner T.H. Robson, met his death while heroically discharging his duties on the guns, Gunner Robson died of wounds on Aug. 5th. The letter says:
You will have heard long before this that your son has been killed in action and I know that you will value any information that I, as his commanding Officer can give. He was on duty at his gun on the evening of August 5th and the Germans were sending stray shells in the direction of the Battery most of them some distance away. One shell came twenty yards from the gun and a small splinter entered under his right arm; the doctor said it must have penetrated his heart.
Three others, including his chum, Corp. Jones, were wounded but not dangerously.
He walked a few yards and became unconscious. There was no blood on his body and he was at once rushed on a stretcher to the dressing station near by, where he died in a few minutes and before I arrived.
He cannot have suffered for his face was as peaceful as if he was asleep. I told two of his friends, Corporal Drever and Gr. Liversedge to remove his personal belongings and collect his kit at his billet. These will reach you in due time. The funeral took place two days later at the Canadian cemetery here (where 16 comrades from this battery also rest) conducted by the Presbyterian Chaplain of the 8th Battalion. He has promised to write you himself. The entire Battery, who were not needed at he guns attended, for your boy was loved and respected by us all and his loss was felt individually. The prayers for those said at the graveside for those who loved him touch- ed us all deeply.
An oak cross with a brass tablet is being erected by the Battery. In a few months time I will be allowed to tell you the name of the village.
It must be some comfort for you and his father to know that he died as he had lived, doing his duty faithfully and well and that those among whom he worked here felt a keen sense of loss at his death.
If there is any way in which I can be of service, I would appreciate it if you would let me know, though I realize all too well how little any of us can do.
Believe me, Madam,
W.H. DOBBIE, Captain.
O.C. 1st Can. Siege Battery.