FRANCIS HERBERT CARPENTER

recorded as FRANK HERBERT CARPENTER on war records.

 

Born: 1916, Liverpool, Lancashire.

Died: 24th October 1942; age: 26; Died of Wounds – after being hit when returning to help a wounded man.

Residence: 8, Shaftesbury Square, Ipswich.

 

Rank: Lance Sergeant; Service Number: 46696.

Regiment: Royal Engineers, 7 Field Squadron.

 

Medals Awarded: Distinguished Conduct Medal. Gazetted 14th January 1943.

 

Grave Reference:

XI.C.7.

El Alamein War Cemetery,

Matruh,

Egypt.

 

Relatives Notified & Address: Son of Frank Ernest & Pearl Edith Carpenter; husband of Doris Gladys Evelyn Carpenter, of Ipswich.

 

Father: Frank Ernest Carpenter, born 1897, Ipswich – died 1941, Birkenhead, Cheshire. A Car Park Attendant. During the Second World War Frank was an A.R.P. First Aid Depot.

Mother: Pearl Edith Carpenter (nee Bill (1st marriage Oakes)), born February 1893, Birkenhead, Cheshire.

Carpenter family home – 11, Midlands Street, Birkenhead, Cheshire.

 

In 1939, Ipswich, Francis married, Doris Gladys Evelyn Friend, born October 1916, of 7, Albion Place, Ipswich, a Machine Hand & Bottle – Brewery.

 

15th January 1943 – D.C.M. for Ipswich Sergeant

HAS SINCE DIED OF WOUNDS

 

The King has been pleased to approve the following awards in recognition of gallant and distinguished services in the Middle East:-

 

D.C.M.: No. 4696 Lance-Sergeant Frank Herbert Carpenter, Corps of Royal Engineers, of Ipswich.

 

M.M.: No. 7880880 Corporal Edwin Robert Arthur Fidler, the Queen’s Bays (2nd Dragoon Guards), Royal Armoured Corps, of Cowlinge, Suffolk.

 

L/Sergt Carpenter has since died of wounds. In a letter to his widow, who lives at 8, Shaftesbury Square, Ipswich, his commanding officer gives this account of the circumstances in which he was wounded:

 “We were making a gap in a minefield at the time. We had got through and came to some trenches. There was a tank battle going on ahead of us. I called out to ask if everyone was O.K., and was told that ‘Chippy’ was missing from his slit trench. I saw him lying about 30 yeards away. He told me that he had seen a wounded man, and had gone out to get him, and got hit in the process.”

MY BEST N.C.O.

“He was my best N.C.O. I have never seen anyone so calm under fire. His wound was due to things:- his indifference to fire and his heart being so big that he attempted to do a thing that was at the time impossible.”

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