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Lieutenant Archibald Reinmuth Nevin BWM

Archibald (Archie) Reinmuth Nevin was researched by his family member Sarah Brewer, who is a student at Ulverstone Secondary College.

Archie was born on 19 August 1892, and served in the First World War in the Australian Imperial Force. He was born in Illawarra, Tasmania to Robert Hemphill Nevin, and Ada Maria Reinmuth. He was the second born of six children, and one of only two sons, with him being the eldest son. His father Robert was a farmer from Longford, Tasmania.

On 19 August 1914 (his birthday), in Pontville, Tasmania, 23-year-old Archie enlisted in the first Australian Imperial force. Archie served in Egypt and France. On 9 December 1915 in Cairo, he wrote a letter to his 17-year-old sister Marjorie. An excerpt is below.

I would like to see the dear old home now. I fancy I can see it just as I have year after year, at the time. The hay crops just about ready to cut, the fallow paddocks brown and dry, with the sheep running over them, the wheat crops all out in ear and waving in the wind, the paddocks a mass of yellow dandelion. Fruit trees all green, with young fruit hanging in clusters. Cherries just turning rosy, red, and starlings stealing them. How I shall miss those good old fads of cherries. I go up the yard and see dad and Every getting the binder out and fixing her up and I wonder how much they will miss me in the coming harvest. I fancy I hear Doll call out for us to dinner, and as per usual I stroll down the yard first. There I see dear old granny and grandad washing up and the Dickie ringing in his cage and I go on a walk into the old kitchen that I love so well and see my dear mummy and sissies dishing up the dinner and have a wash out on the bricks and then go up to the dear little bedroom and brush my hair. I look around this wall and see all the photos, which I know are not there now. I come out and we sit down to dinner, oh how I could enjoy that dinner. Roast mutton grown and killed at home, new potatoes, green peas and mint sauce. Then green gooseberry pie. Oh! I don’t want you to think I’m silly and sentimental, but when one draws a picture like the one, I have attempted to describe, I have to a job to keep the tears out of my eyes. Tears are the not the things for soldiers, are they Marj, oh dear? So, I will look forward to the time when I, by gods good grace will see not the picture but the reality.

Sarah Brewer Lt Archibald Reinmuth Nevin 

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