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on the Isle of Wight
- Biography -
- Eustace William Albert Kite -

Unknown person Name : Eustace William Albert Kite.

Son of Eliza Jane Brading (formerly Kite, née Thorne), of 110, Victoria Rd., Broadlands, Newport, Isle of Wight, and the late William Kite.

Born 1885, Thornton Heath, Surrey.
  Census Information :

1891 : Eustace Kite, "aged 7", is with his grandparents William and Sarah Thorne, at Handley Street, Ebbesborne Wake, Wilton, Wiltshire.

1901 : William H and Eliza J Brading, with her children including Eustace "aged 15", are at 5, East Street, Newport. Eustace Kite is a Baker's assistant.

1911 : Eustace Kite, "aged 28", is a Rifleman with 2nd Bn Rifle Brigade at Fort William, Calcutta, India.

  Service details :

Rifleman 8827 Eustace William Albert Kite, 2nd Bn, Rifle Brigade.

  Casualty Details :

Died : 25 November 1914 aged 31

Buried at : Fauquissart Military Cemetery, Laventie, Pas de Calais, France.

CWGC record ...
  Commemorated on these Memorials :

Newport War Memorial
St Paul's Church, Barton, War Memorial
County War Memorial, Carisbrooke Castle.

  Documents :


Friday, March 5, 1915 Page 3

How a Newportonian died at the Front.

Details are to hand showing how Pte. Eustace Kite, of the 2nd Batt. Rifle Brigade (formerly of Newport) met his death at the front. He was 31 years of age, and enlisted at Sandown 13 years ago, going almost immediately to India, where he remained for 12 years, until the outbreak of the present war. A comrade, Rifleman John Hutchinson, writing to the mother of the gallant young fellow at Newport, says: - He went on sentry-go at nine o'clock. His duty was to look out of a loop-hole in the trench to see if there were any Germans about, and he was on duty for two hours. He relieved me at nine, and I turned in to have my sleep. My last words to him were "Keep your head low - there are bullets about to-night." It was a bright moon-light night, and German snipers were out in force. At 9.30 someone shouted to me that he was shot. I found him lying at the back of the trench, shot through the temple. He was then unconscious and breathing hard. I could see he stood no earthly chance, and he died in about half an hour. We did all we could for him, but he was practically dead from the time the bullet struck him. He is buried not far from the firing line, and the people have erected a decent wooden cross, on which are all particulars. He was well liked by everyone in the battalion, from the officers downwards. He was a very keen sportsman, as you know by his photos and medals, which latter he was anxious for his brother to have if anything happened to him. I had known him intimately for the last three years, being in the same section, and he had been working together in the trenches. I miss him terribly.
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