Tuesday, 15 June 2021

PRIVATE FREDERICK HITCH V.C. November 29th 1856 - January 5th 1913

 

Frederick Hitch was born a shoemaker’s son

In Southgate, a hamlet to the north of London

It was eighteen fifty-six on a November day

Born to a large Victorian family as was the way

 

Fred didn’t wish to follow in his father’s trade

So as a builders laborer his way was made

But when he was barely twenty years of age

He was finding it tough to earn a decent wage

 

So to petty crime as extra income he sought

But he soon found himself up before the court

To the judge he pleaded guilty for his crime

His sentence, join the army or serve prison time

 

A Victorian prison was the harshest punishment

So as hobsons choice he chose to join a regiment

Two days later private Frederick Hitch was put

In the 2nd Battalion of the 24th Regiment of Foot

 

Very soon they were on their way to South Africa

And they all set sail on the Troopship Himalaya

Reaching Simon's Bay and East London town

They were sent on trains to King William's Town

 

This was known locally as “White Man's Grave”.

The regiment marched from here for several days

To find the Galekas and the rebellion crush

Soon they skirmished in the dense Petrie Brush

 

There were further battles on that day before

Chief Sandili was defeated in the last, Kaffir War.

For several months stationed at Mount Kempt

There were few things, for a young man to temp

 

It was a tough way of life to earn a penny a day

But Fred still sent some home to mother anyway

By this time the Zulu nation had reached its peak

No other African tribes had any strength to speak

 

Only the “red soldiers” could ever be a threat

And soon the 24th foot would their orders get

Lord Chelmsford led the army to the other side

To wage a war across the buffalo river wide

 

Defeat at Isandhlwana and Chelmsfords shame

Then too Rorkes Drift the victorious Zulu’s came

At the drift a hospital and Swedish mission stood

To be defended by only a few if they could

 

Less than one hundred and fifty made the stand

To fight the Zulu impi of more than four thousand

Young private Frederick Hitch was one such man

Who with his comrades stood fast and never ran

 

Fred was ordered to the roof to act as a lookout

Firing the first three shots at the enemy without

During the fray comrade’s fell to left and right

As wave upon wave of warriors came to fight

 

Private hitch was shot through his shoulder blade

And a comrade helped him as his dressing made

Doing his best to help his soldier brothers

He then began serving ammunition to the others

 

Then exhaustion washed over him like a flood

And finally, he collapsed from loss of blood

He awoke confused finding himself in a stable

With victory won and awaiting the surgeon table

 

After Durban hospital care neath the southern star,

He was finally sent home aboard the ship Tamar

He was at Netley Hospital on his return to England

His Victoria Cross was given by Victoria’s own hand

 

But yesterday’s hero was tomorrows unemployed

A medical boards decision Fred could not avoid

Unfit for duty and discharged from his regiment

With his medal and a pension, he had to be content

 

In July of eighteen eighty-one he married Emily

They move to Portchester Square to raise a family

Working at the Imperial Institute as Commissionaire 

His V.C. was stolen while his tunic hung on a chair

 

After twenty years and just as many occupations

Fred with his family growing changed vocations

He invested in a hackney carriage and horse

Then a little later he owned a motor car of course

 

Fred finally received his replacement Victoria Cross

Three pounds, seven shillings and sixpence the cost

Only the second person ever to receive a duplicate

But the first to be charged a fee even to this date

 

On January 5th 1913 Fred Hitch died in his sleep

Leaving behind eight children and a wife to weep

At his funeral, his coffin on gun carriage borne

With dignity and reverence the people mourn

 

Thousands came despite the cold and the biting rain

To say goodbye to the hero and remember him again

The gun carriage was flanked by Army outriders

Fred's cab came next manually pulled by taxi drivers

 

A boy scouts’ troop and the Chiswick firefighters

And a firing party from the South Wales Borderers

Two thousand cab drivers bringing up the rear

Respects and Tributes to pay from far and near

 

A memorial was erected to mark Fred’s Grave

At Chiswick cemetery befitting a soldier brave

On top of granite block some seven-foot in height

The Union Jack carved with a sun helmet in site

 

The helmet bears the badge of Hitch's old regiment

Finally in bronze the cross and palm leaf represent

After more than eighty-five years of standing sentinel

The magnificent monument fell victim to a criminal

 

The memorial found vandalized when visitors went

Even the sun helmet stolen that adorned the monument

Also, years had left stonework lacklustre on the edifice

And the once bright bronze work tainted by Verdigris

 

Thanks to Chiswick Council and the British Legion

The monument restored and fit for rededication

In Nineteen ninety-nine on Rorke’s Drifts day of glory

The gathered crowd remembers the Fred Hitch story

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