This is my second look
at some of the lgbt war heroes with Nottinghamshire connections.
My first hero is one who
spent only a short time in the county but went from a poor working class
background to become a university-educated scholar and novelist. His name was
Dan Billany and he was born in Yorkshire in 1913. After serving in the Merchant
Navy and working as a tram conductor Dan went to Hull University College, a
campus of London University, and trained to be a teacher. He was always
writing, whether for student magazines or novels, and continued to write
throughout his life, even during active service and as a prisoner of war.
Several of his novels were published.
In 1940 Dan joined the
army. His training took place in Sutton-in-Ashfield in central Nottinghamshire
with the Royal Army Service Corps. He was commissioned into the East Yorkshire
Regiment as a 2nd Lieutenant. By April 1942 he was in Libya as
platoon commander of the 4th Battalion. This was to be a decisive
period in the North Africa campaign, part of the major victory over the Allies
at Tobruk by the Nazi’s “Desert Fox”, Erwin Rommel.
The Allies had set up a
series of “boxes”, defensive posts manned by brigades and interspersed with
minefields. The line of “boxes” was called the Gazala Line. Rommel attacked the
Line on 28th May, using the minefields as defence from attack on one
side. A vicious tank assault took the Gazala Line posts one by one. On 1st
June Dan Billany and his battalion were defending the Line after what Rommel
had taken many positions and what he himself described in his diaries as “the
toughest British resistance imaginable”. Billany was captured and sent to a POW
camp in Italy. The British withdrew from the Gazala Line and the route to
Tobruk was clear.
Dan filled his time as a
prisoner of war by writing and contributing to the POW newsletter. It was as a
POW that Dan admitted his attraction to a fellow prisoner called David Dowie,
who was straight, yet their friendship continued to the end of the war.
With Victory in Europe
declared the POWs were released and had to make their own way home. Dan, David,
and 2 others made their way towards Allied troops over the Apennines, but it
seems that they all succumbed to the bitter cold of the mountains and were
never seen again.
Moving back in time to
World War I here are stories of 2 soldiers who survived the war and who, as
openly gay men, had very different experiences of post-war Britain.
The first is someone
well-known in literary circles – Sir Osbert Sitwell. He belonged to an
aristocratic family who lived not far from Nottingham in neighbouring
Derbyshire. Like in most wealthy families at the time Osbert was expected to become
an army officer and he joined the Sherwood Rangers, a cavalry regiment based in
Nottingham. Unfortunately, Osbert didn’t get on very well with horses and kept
falling off! He once quipped that he preferred giraffes! He left the Sherwoods
to join the Grenadier Guards.
In 1915 he and his
regiment took part in the Battle of Loos. Osbert’s experiences made him very
anti-war once the Armistice was declared. He expressed his respect for
conscientious objectors who were branded as cowards. Another group for whom he
said had the highest degree of courage (of particular significance to myself
because my maternal grandfather was one) was to the stretcher bearers and
ambulance drivers on the front line.
Also in the trenches in
France was Karl Wood, another Derbyshire lad. At the outbreak of war Karl had
been living in Nottingham for ten years. He was already an active gay man. His
biographer Tony Wood wrote “In spite of his lack of interest in physical
activity (apart from cycling and sex) Wood wholeheartedly joined the First
World War in late 1914”. Karl enlisted in the 3rd Seaforth
Highlanders and spent the first part of his active service in Sheerness, Kent,
acting as part of the coastal defences.
In 1915 Karl was posted
to France, but his active service was cut short by shrapnel in his ankle. After
convalescing in military hospital in York he settled in Gainsborough, a market
town on the Trent a few miles north of Nottingham. He became an artist and art
teacher at the grammar school. One of his pupils was my father. During the holidays
he would cycle all around England painting as many old buildings that took his
fancy (often cruising any farm lad that took his fancy as well). He sold many
of his paintings, and for many years sold them in a shop in Nottingham.
Windmills were a special interest, and Karl painted thousands of them. For this
reason he is often referred to as “Windmill Wood”.
Sadly, Karl’s life
followed the often-told fate of gay men in the UK in the 1950s. He was
convicted of having gay sex and was imprisoned. On his release he moved to
Scotland and joined the Benedictine Order. In a future article I will recount
more of his life.
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