Lyndon Watt (Lilydale): Leaves his job as a clerk at the Lilydale Railway Station to enlist in the AIF, he is 19 years old.
Leopold Muir (Wandin): Leaves his job as a farm labourer around the Wandin district to enlist in the AIF, he is 22 years old.
John Taggart (Wandin): Leaves his job as a driver around the Wandin district and enlists in the Australian Light Horse, he is 19 years old.
Frank Olle (Gruyere): Leaves his job as a school teacher at the Gruyere State School and enlists in the AIF, he is 27 years old.
William Johnson (Mt Evelyn): Leaves his job as a farm labourer and enlists in the AIF, he is 26 years old.
Jack Lester (Yering): Leaves his job as a worker at Olinda Yarra in Yering and enlists in the AIF, he is 23 years old.
Wilfred Tucker (Mt Dandenong): Leaves his job as a cyanider and enlists in the AIF, he is 23 years old.
Harry Allen (Mt Evelyn): Leaves his job as a tobacco worker and enlists in the AIF, he is 28 years old and married.
Frank Kingsley-Norris (Lilydale): He had been born in Lilydale where his father was the local doctor. At the time he was a 21 year old medical student studying at Melbourne University when he enlists in the Australian Light Horse. The following is an excerpt from his auto-biography ‘No Memories for Pain’.
‘Recruiting was opened and the doors were crowded. I do not believe that the stirring challenge to right a wrong really meant very much to me or to thousands of others, but what an opportunity, what an adventure, if only I could be in time, as according to the papers it might all be over in a few months. Fortunately, I was just twenty-one and my parents, who were in London, could not say nay or counsel me as to the wisdom of finishing my course, as many others were doing.
We told the Warden of our decision and trooped down to the Town Hall for a not too strict medical examination. All clear and, on paper anyway, I became a soldier, No 101, at seven shillings a day. My name, my number and my religion were to be stamped on an identity disc, to be worn at all times around my neck.
Next day we trooped down to Victoria Barracks for our posting. I had no idea what unit to join, but after talking it over with a medical student from Trinity who was applying for the 2nd Field Ambulance, with which he had served in the militia, I decided to keep with him.
In the Barracks we joined a motley crowd carrying their bare essentials in all sorts and sizes of containers, suitcases, Gladstone bags and newspaper parcels. Sergeant-Majors with needle-pointed, waxed moustaches and voluminous voices were shouting instructions in an endeavour to reduce the chaos to some sort of order.
From one corner came the command, ‘All for the 2nd Field Ambulance, fall in here’. I fell in. ‘Attention, left turn, quick march’. In the crowded confusion I became separated from my fellow student and also from my sense of direction – I turned to the right and found myself in another group. Fortunately, I recognized three students of my year.
Carrying our odd bags and parcels, we marched off in the rain along St Kilda Road, puffed with cheers of the pedestrians on the footpaths, and then entrained for Broadmeadows. Only when we were lined up on the platform did I realise that I had joined a Light Horse Unit’.