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Dick, Anthony Gerald (1920-1944)

Sherborne School, UK, Book of Remembrance for former pupils who died in the Second World War, 1939-1945.


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Credit: Sherborne School Archives, Abbey Road, Sherborne, Dorset, UK, DT9 3AP.


Details: Anthony Gerald Dick (1920-1944), born 10 January 1920, son of Dr Robert James Dick (1876-1937) MD and Hilda Margaret Haden Dick (née Groom) (1885-1940), of Dartford Road, Sevenoaks, Kent.


Siblings: Margaret Janet Dick (1909-1980) brother of Robert Charles Stewart Dick (1913-2004).


Attended The New Beacon Preparatory School, Sevenoaks, Kent.


Attended Sherborne School (School House) September 1933-July 1938; 6th form; Prefect; Head of House; Aston Binns Exhibition, 1938; shooting viii team 1936, 1937, 1938 (hon. Sec. 1938); PT Instructor with badge; Sergeant in OTC; 1st Class Gym; member of The Duffers.


Attended Clare College, Cambridge.


WW2, Captain in the Royal Artillery, attached to 655 A.O.P. Squadron, Royal Air Force. Killed in action at Anzio, Italy, on 29 February 1944, aged 24.


Commemorated at:

Beach Head War Cemetery, Anzio, Italy, XXII. C. 12. Inscription on his headstone: ‘COURAGE THE LOVELY VIRTUE’,-anthony...


Sevenoaks War Memorial.


Sherborne School: War Memorial Staircase and Book of Remembrance.


Obituary, 'The Shirburnian', December 1944: 'Anthony Gerald Dick, son of the late Dr and Mrs Dick, of Sevenoaks, entered School House in the September Term, 1933. He was in those days a very frail and delicate looking small boy and everyone found it hard to believe that this was the brother of Charles Dick, the famous Shirburnian Scottish Footballer. Indeed, to a boy of meaner spirit the overshadowing reputation of the elder brother might have proved distinctly oppressive. But Tony soon showed that he had a great athletic distinction. He never represented the School either in Cricket or in Football, but played both keenly and with some skill, football always with tremendous courage. His attitude to games was always detached; he resolutely refused to regard them as of primary importance. But his strength of character soon made itself apparent in the Day Room; he was promoted Head over a good many other people with more startling records on the Cricket Field and Football Field. I remember asking the House Tutor of that time why it was that Dick was able to exercise so firm a control upon his contemporaries. He remarked upon this ascendency and attributed it very largely to Tony's power of, what he called 'lashing with his tongue.' It is true, no doubt, that the Day Room treated him with very wholesome respect and it was no surprise to us when he subsequently became Head of the House. Here again these same qualities of leadership made themselves clear, combined at an immature age with much sympathy and kindness, especially toward the junior boys. He ruled the House with a rod of iron and established for himself a prominent niche in the House's history as one of the finest Heads whom we ever had. He left Sherborne in 1938 and spent a year very happily at Clare College, Cambridge. His letters were full of enthusiasm and showed an ever growing interest in all the University activities and in people. He was not a scholar in the academic sense and he decided that he would study, not merely books, but his fellow men. This year at Cambridge was probably the happiest in the whole of Tony's life. At the outbreak of war he joined up at once in the Artillery, obtained a direct Commission as a holder of Certificate B. Later he took to flying, work which he much enjoyed; when he was stationed on Salisbury Plain he would often fly over Sherborne making a bee line, he used to tell me, for the clump of trees on the top of West Hill. And this prominent feature has ever since become associated in my mind with him. In spite of the heavy blows he received in the death of his father and then later of his mother, the first at Sherborne and the second when he was at Cambridge, he never lost his serene and robust outlook on life. Shortly after the invasion of Italy he was transferred to that theatre of war. One morning while he was spotting for our Artillery he was seen by two German fighters who came up suddenly, one on each side; in his slow moving machine he stood no chance at all under these circumstances, he was at once shot down and mercifully killed instantaneously. So in ten seconds another most promising life was lost to Sherborne and to England. R.I.P.'

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