CAPTAIN
ALBERT JACKA, VC,
MC and Bar
I
knew Jacka well. I served with him.
Born
in the Winchelsea district, Geelong, in January 1893, he was employed by
the Victorian Forestry Commission prior to the Great War. He was only
thirty‑nine when he died in January 1932 at St. Kilda.
On
the training grounds of Broadmeadows and of Egypt his superior officers
saw no more military talent in him than they did in other strong
personalities. It was the stress and strain of actual conflict that laid
bare the superb fighting and other qualities he possessed. He was a
lance corporal when at Gallipoli on 19 May 1915 he won the V.C. by
jumping alone into a trench containing a party of Turks, of whom he shot
five and bayoneted two.
Under
wise leadership Jacka was, as an army in himself; under other
circumstances little less than a problem. His pride and strength of
character singled him out from his contemporaries; his brother officers
naturally looked to him for leadership. He set a standard for battle
discipline that others found hard to maintain. Jacka possessed that
three o'clock in the morning brand of courage which his exploits on
Pozieres Ridge amply demonstrated.
At
the time he was a platoon commander and in charge of the 14th
Battalion's right flank. No sooner had he taken over than a fearful
bombardment fell on the ridge and continued throughout the night. The
garrison, despite crippling losses, struggled to keep the trenches
clear: it was an impossible task. Later, all who remained alive on the
ridge sought shelter in a few captured enemy dugouts.
At
dawn, a German bomb exploding at the bottom of the stairway in the
dugout told Jacka that an attack had commenced. Racing up the stairs he
assembled his men‑eight in all‑and surveyed the situation.
Wherever he looked he saw the backs of large parties of Germans on their
way to the Australian support line.
While
planning a course of action he saw a party of about forty Australian
prisoners under a strong escort coming towards him on their way to the
rear. Calmly biding his time, he let them approach to within thirty
yards and then, with a yell, the Australians led by Jacka charged; a
free‑for‑all ensued.
Parties
of Germans took to shell-holes and opened fire. One party of four was
causing heavy casualties and Jacka made towards them. They put three
bullets through him and knocked him down. Getting to his feet, he
reached them and killed the lot; turning, he saw a huge man almost on
him-he shot him in the guts.
The
gallant behaviour of this extraordinary man came as a stimulant to the
half-dazed prisoners. As they saw him shooting and killing right and
left they took heart, and flung themselves on their captors. Some were
killed in the attempt.
Jacka's
timely action, starting as a ripple, spread into a wave, as little
groups of men in the distance hurried to join in the fray. The Hun had
the ridge in his hand, but before the fingers closed, his forces had
been rounded up and taken off to the cages. Jacka's action prevented a
costly counter‑attack and undoubtedly saved many lives. His action
was the talk of the line; everyone said that surely he would receive a
bar to his V.C. He received an MC.
In
the official history of Australia in the 1914-18 war, it is stated that
Jacka's action in this occasion "stands as the most dramatic and
effective act of individual audacity in the history of the A.I.F."
A
bar was added to his MC f or a daring reconnaissance and gallantry
under fire on 10 April 1917. He obtained valuable information, on which
the success of the attack depended, captured a German officer and his
orderly, and later personally guided and placed tanks and his battalion
in position for the attack.
The
pride he infused into others was demonstrated by a Lieutenant who was on
loan from Jacka's company. Right or wrong he refused to discard his
dressy uniform prior to going into the battle of Hamel. "We don't
do things like that in Don Company," he said. An enemy sniper had
the choice of killing what he thought was a private or an officer; he
chose the officer.
The
regard his men had for him was remarkable. At Messines a private
picked him up as he would a child and dragged him into a trench away
from snipers and shellfire. Shamefacedly he said, "Well, sir, I beg
your pardon, but we can't afford to lose you."
No
picture of Jacka would be complete without reference to his loyalty to
his subordinates-as well as to his seniors. His word was his bond. On
one occasion a promise had been made by every staff officer from General
Birdwood down to the effect that the battalion would be rested if they
willingly undertook a long winter tour of duty while the rest of the
Australians were enjoying a three months' rest. When he thought that the
promise might be broken, Jacka saw red. Officers who assembled at a
certain brigade conference will never forget the forthright manner in
which he spoke up for his men. Threats of arrest did not deter him; he
merely stormed the harder.
Such
is the man I knew.
E.
J. RULE (First
A.I.F.)
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