Arthur Spencer AllenAwarded the Military CrossForce:Canadian Infantry Lieutenant: 18th Battalion/40th BattalionForce:Royal Flying Corps; Captain; 9th Squadron Date of Birth:July 3, 1894 Place of Birth:Glenwood, Yarmouth County, Nova Scotia Trade:Bank ClerkMarital Status:Married Next of Kin:Mrs Bessie Mildred Allen (wife), Yarmouth, Nova Scotia Date of Enlistment:September 14, 1915Place of Enlistment:Valcartier, Quebec Age at Enlistment:21 Height: 5 Feet 11 InchesPrior Military Experience:YesReligion:Baptist Next of Kin:Mrs Bessie Mildred Allen (wife), Yarmouth, Nova Scotia Born in 1895 in Glenwood, Nova Scotia, he was the son of Arthur E. and Phoebe Alice Allen, of Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. Her was the husband of Bessie Mildred Gardner (formerly Allen, nee Potter).Arthur Allen worked as a Teller in the Yarmouth Branch of the Bank of Nova Scotia from 1911 and was two years a Teller at the branch on Barrington Street, Halifax, Nova Scotia for the two years prior to his enlistment. After enlisting in 1915, he qualified as a Lieutenant and was with the 40th Battalion. and spent time at Aldershot and Valcartier embarking for England in October 1916. He attended a military school in England and went to France with the 18th Battalion (Ontario) in March 1916. He fought in France in 1916 for which he was awarded the Military Cross for conspicuous bravery. While on patrol as a Captain in the 9th Squadron Royal Flying Corps, Allen was shot down and presumed dead, April 30, 1917. Captain Arthur Spencer AllenSaw service in:Europe Date of Death:April 30, 1917 Age at Death:22Cemetery:Listed on the Arras Flying Services Memorial, Pas De Calais, France Listed on the Nominal Roll of the 40th Battalion.Commemorated on Page 190 of the First World War Book of Remembrance. This page is displayed in the Memorial Chamber of the Peace Tower in Ottawa on May 1 and May 2
Captain Arthur Spencer Allen
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“... Left England on March 27th where I had been since October 29 having gone over with the 40th now pretty well divided up.We reached Belgium on March 28 and what I have seen of it thus far is rather pretty although much cut up and disfigured.Had my first experience in the trenches for a few days beginning March 30. Had very little rest while there but came out uninjured although struck on the head by a piece of shell, part of one which exploded among us killing three of my companions. Had you not known how many there were before the explosion you would be unable to count them as they were blown to atoms. I was somewhat protected by a steel helmet. Am sending the steel fragment which hit me home as a souvenir.In conversation with the Captain of a battery he said they had put over 300 shells such as are being made by our Burrell-Johnson Iron Co in 24 hours, Some throwing of steel!It costs little to live here as compared to England where they do not usually forget to charge you high for nearly everything. We get few luxuries though. The stay in England was rather pleasant if somewhat monotonous. If you had leisure to get around and see things it would, of course, be fine but a soldier’s life is a busy one and to do his bit he must fare farther still and so I am here.Much appreciate letters from friends and glad to get the home papers.”
The Military Cross Award: (officially reported as follows)“Fifteen bombers and ten scouts under Lieut. Spencer Allen, scout officer and another Lieut. as bombing officer left our trenches after dark for the purpose of raiding the German lines. Lieut. Allen and two privates went ahead of the others and by one o’clock had cut a four foot path through the wire entanglements, a deed Lieut. Allen had volunteered to do.Nineteen of the party entered the German front trench with out meeting any of the enemy. Our men then attempted to reach the German second line but were held up by heavy wire entanglements.By this time the presence of our men had been discovered and a bombing encounter took place in which one of the enemy was shot and killed. Our party then retired.”
(Letter written to Spencer Allen’s father)Dear Mr AllenI am writing you as I was your son’s greatest chum. I would have written you before but circumstances prevented.I am very sorry if I word this letter too abruptly but I am rather a poor letter writer. I had better break the worst of the news to you at the beginning.Your son, in the opinion of us all here is in a far better land than this; he has passed from this world of sin and strife into a far better place of purity and peace.He left the squadron on the morning of April 30 with a new pilot named MacTavish in order to show him the German lines from the air, for, you see, this pilot had just come out from England and had never been over the lines before. Well, they were attacked by three enemy machines while over land held at present by the Huns in sunny France and although your son and MacTavish fought to the last round yet they were brought down on the German side about five miles from our own trenches.In landing the machine Capt. Allen was killed and the pilot badly wounded and is now a prisoner of war. I never knew a man before shot down on his first flight.I relate the foregoing which i give as my word of honor as being truth as I believe it.How I came to know it as such is about two days after this had happened a German machine dropped a message which was written by MacTavish to this squadron (it was in Mac T’s own handwriting) in which he stated the facts I have already told you so I am afraid there is no doubt as to their truth.I tried to get the original message for you but it was forwarded to Mac T’s relatives in Scotland.The message also said that Capt. Allen was buried 2 kilometres S W of Pavy. You may not know the place and I am not at liberty at present to tell you the exact location but I promise you this. After the war and God permitting that I can still breathe I will tell you where to find it. I know it well and often fly over it even if I have to cross the Atlantic to explain as I can tell you more than I can write just now.Your son was my closest friend and chum. He was deeply loved and honoured by us all from his C O downward for his undoubted bravery and continued good humor in all circumstances. He was a man throughout and one whom anyone might be proud to call their son. He died like a man though facing heavy odds. I cannot say all I feel for this letter is cutting me up quite a bit.All the boys here offer their deepest sympathy in your loss; it does not sound much to offer, yet, if you knew them and how they express it, you would be satisfied.I apologize for this letter which I know is quite rough but, as I said, I am a poor hand at it.If there is anything I can do for you let me know and will assuredly do it. Well, to finish. We are going strong out here and already avenged your son, if that is the best way to put it. I close, hoping you will not take your loss too grievously for I am very sure he would not want you to do so and wishing you the best I can, I am,Yours very sincerely, W.F. Leech, Lieut ObserverNo 9 Squadron RFC BEFFrance June 5, 1917.
(Letter written to Captain Allen’s wife)Officers Prison CampAugust 29, 1917My Dear Mrs. Allen,I feel that it is a very sad duty which I have to perform in telling you of the unfortunate circumstances which led to your husband’s death on the 30th of April.Although I had known your husband for a fortnight we had become very good friends and I know on my side at any rate that confidence had been established that goes to make the perfect combination between pilot and observer.On the morning of the 30th Capt. Allen and I left the ground at 5|:30 to do the early morning patrol. It was a splendid morning but with a heavy ground mist and for observation purposes it was necessary to go higher than usual.All went well until we came to Gouzeaucourt and were just turning to come back when he were suddenly attacked from above and from behind. Capt. Allen at once stood up to fire while I made for our own lines as quickly as possible.Unfortunately a bullet went though the forward petrol tank and put us on fire. At the same time I was shot in two places and your husband shouted to me that he was hit and could not go on firing.As he was talking to me he was hit again and did not speak any more.When we came down and he was taken out of the machine he was found to be dead.Unfortunately I was taken away from the machine immediately and had no opportunity to procure any of his personal effects. For the same reason I deeply regret that I cannot give you any details of the place where he is buried which is where the machine came down.If there are any other details which I can supply I shall be very happy to do so if you will write either to my brother or direct to me.Although I had known him for a short time your husband’s death affected me very deeply and although a stranger to you I am sure that you will accept my sincere sympathy in your terrible bereavement.I remain,Yours very sincerely,D. MacTavish
The grave site of Captain Spencer Allen was never located despite the locations given to the family in various letters. The letter above from T. E. Edwards states the grave was located one kilometre south east of Pave, while the letter to Captain Allen’s father from W. F. Leech states the grave was two kilometres from Pave.Various attempts by the family to have the location of the grave found proved unsuccessful. The Imperial War Grave Commission in 1923 advised it had not proved possible to identify the burial place.After 1917, there was heavy fighting and bombardment of the land in the area south east of Pave, France.