The Great War 1914-1918
The First World War started five days after Dr Bastard set off to Australia as
ship's surgeon on the emigrant ship Otway on 31 July 1914. He was
to return with his bride-to-be four months later and was appointed
the Doctor for Bow in 1920. At the outbreak of War, Dr Arthur King was the village
doctor.
The village responded to war being declared by making plans for the school building to be converted to a hospital. First aid training was given by the Red Cross. The villagers also offered to accomodate, for free, a Belgian refugee family for a year. Funds were raised to support the troops, school children were encouraged to supply eggs for convalescent soldiers, and work parties made sandbags for use on the front. Otherwise, life seemed to carry on much as before: the hunt continued to meet, and prices at Bow's monthly cattle market by the station were good.
The names of twelve servicemen from Bow who gave their lives
during the First World War are inscribed on the memorial in the
churchyard. The stories of the Phillips and the Holmes families are told here.
Lieutenant Fenton
Ellis Stanley Phillips MC 1895 -1916
Fenton Phillips was the elder son of Rev Edward Stanley Phillips, who was Rector of Bow between 1912 and 1929. At the outbreak of the war, he was one of the first in Bow to sign up; he joined the Artists' Rifles, and was sent to France in May 1915 as a lieutenant. In May 1916 he joined No 3 Squadron of the Royal Flying Corps as an observer. In September that year, shortly after his 21st birthday, he was awarded the Military Cross for "conspicuous bravery and skill":
"He has done fine contact patrol work. On one occasion he came down to a low altitude while making a report, and his machine was much damaged by rifle and machine-gun fire, but he carried on and successfully put our artillery on to the enemy, who were massing for counter-attack."
On 27th September 1916 the "Exeter and Plymouth Gazette" featured his award of the Military Cross. "Fenton was an accomplished musician, and his masterly performances on the organ, violin, and piano will be recalled by many in London and Devonshire. When enjoying brief rests abroad he employs his time organising concerts for his soldier friends, and has written and composed many songs, lyrical and comic, with which he regales his audiences. The following little song, composed by him in August last year, seems especially appropriate to recent events, and shows that, at that time, his thoughts and heart were with his brothers in the Air Service:"
THE SONG OF THE AEROPLANE.
This is the Song of the Aeroplane
As it mounts to the clouds on high,
While her engine roars,
Up above she soars,
A speck in the clear blue sky.
The breeze which rushes beneath her planes
Gives life to her slender frame;
And she sings 'Ho! Ho!'
Through the winds that blow–
The Song of the Aeroplane!
I watch the clumsy Zeppelins come
Like silver clouds the sky,
Their sides aglint
With a steely tint
From the sun which rides on high.
Then up and up, like a bird of prey,
I long to commence my game;
And I sing 'Ho! Ho!'
As a bomb I throw –
And the ' Zep' is sheet of flame.
With wings white in the setting sun
I glide to the restful earth,
And I still remain
A victorious plane
Enclosed in my wooden berth.
Admired by all with my ceaseless drone,
As queen of the skies I reign;
And I'll sing 'Ho! Ho!'
Though the winds may blow–
The Song of the Aeroplane.
Second-Lieut. FENTON PHILLIPS.
Devon Regiment, France, August, 1915.
On about 12 October 1916, he was
the observer in a Morane Parasol being flown by Lieut Leonard
Cameron Kidd MC, 23, near Le Sars (Somme), when their plane was hit
by artillery fire. They both were killed in action. Their bodies
were never recovered. He had been due to return to London a few
days later to receive his medal from the King.
Tablet to the memory of Fenton Phillips in Bow Church
On 27 October, the "Exeter and Plymouth Gazette" published
another poem, this one written by Fenton Phillips's
father:
IN MEMORIAM.
Lieuts Fenton Phillips (observer) and Leonard Kidd (pilot), R.F.C, both having received the Military Cross, were killed in action October 12th, 1916.
"Per Ardua ad Astra." (Motto of R.F.C.)
Not dead—but sleeping.
Your fragile craft hurled headlong to the earth.
'Twas but the travail of the Soul's New Birth.
Safe —in God's keeping.
“Not lost—but gone before."
Brave pioneers in Freedom's noble strife.
Winging your way into the Larger Life,
From shore —to Shore.
Not far —but very near.
“Nearer than breathing, closer than hands and feet,"
Prayer linked with prayer, heart-beat attuned to beat
Surpassing dear.
Through Cross—to Crown.
No mournful dirge attend your upward climb,
But Trumpet Blast and Triumph Song sublime,
Earth's sorrows drown.
Not taken —but given.
So the whole world must make great sacrifice,
And, purged with the Fire, shall Phoenix-like arise
From Hell—to Heaven.
E. STANLEY PHILLIPS. Bow Rectory, Devon