When Kath King enlisted as a nurse in the Gallipoli war, she wasn’t sure she would make it back home – let alone fall in love. But fate had other plans…and here we have a beautiful ever so private Anzac Day love story.
In his book titled ‘Gallipoli‘, best-selling author Peter Fitzsimons, shares the story of Kath and Gordon, as narrated through their letters and their granddaughter, Alison Flanagan.
“Theirs is a love story that succeeds despite the odds. As soon as I read the diaries, I knew this was a story I had to tell.”
Peter Fitzsimons, Author of Gallipoli
January 13th, 1915
Kath King stepped off the boat and onto Egyptian soil, prepared to serve her country as a nurse in one of the biggest battles in Australia’s history. And, while she adjusted to her new surroundings, she was oblivious to the fact that she was days away from meeting the man she would spend the rest of her life with.
Kath King didn’t know whether to laugh or call for help. The outlandishly dressed Egyptian fortune teller sitting across the table from her, covered in strange jewelry and a red felt fez, seemed preposterous to this decidedly practical 27-year-old army nurse from Orange in country NSW. She’d just stepped ashore at Port Said in Egypt, after weeks at sea, and so seeing this fortune teller seemed like an exotic treat on her first day in a foreign country.
However, the fortune teller (strangely dressed or not), took his job seriously enough. “You will live to be a bent old woman walking with a stick,” he told Kath, flicking over the cards like croupier. “You will be rather deaf but have very good eyesight. Next year you will marry a very nice good man, and have two children.” What a carry-on, she thought. Here she was, at the start of a war. She didn’t know anyone well enough to consider marrying them. The fellow was obviously a sideshow charlatan.
“All this I reckon, bunkum,” she wrote in her diary that evening before setting off for Cairo and the main Australian camp at Mena, just outside the ancient city. But, as it turned out, the fortune teller wasn’t far off the mark. Kath King was just days from meeting the man she would ultimately marry, and with whom she would spend the rest of her life.
Boy Meets Girl
Kath completed her nursing training at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital, before volunteering as an army nurse at the outbreak of war, in late 1914. Herbert Gordon Carter joined the army to become a tall, handsome lieutenant in the 1st battalion AIF.
As fate would have it, Gordon’s sister, Fuff was also a nurse and a friend of Kath King. When Gordon called on his sister at the nurses’ billet at Mena Camp in Egypt in 1915, he met the charismatic Miss King.
Gordon was taken with Nurse King’s strength of character and the fact that she preferred a man’s saddle, riding astride the donkeys, not sidesaddle like the other nurses (even though she fell off)! That evening, they dined at Shepheard’s Hotel – Cairo’s most famous meeting spot for officers and nurses in two world wars. As befits the times, the language Gordon and Kath use to describe their courtship is both formal and quaint. In his diary entries, he calls her “Miss King”, up until the day he proposes.
After another dinner at Shepheard’s, Kathy wrote: “Gordon was in a very confidential mood. I like him immensely. We spent two hours at dinner and went out in the garden for a while and watched the dancing…” During the next few months, as the Australian soldiers trained, marched and practiced their attacking maneuvers, Gordon and Kath grew ever closer. But eventually, the war intervened…
Gordon landed on the beach at Gallipoli in the second wave of Australian troops. Kath was aboard a hospital ship tending to the wounded brought from the peninsula by boat. In her diaries, she describes the awful shelling that she can see onshore, and wonders if Gordon is under it. “As she looks about her at the hundreds of wounded soldiers in her care, she is more than aware that Gordon might be among them without her knowledge because some of them are so badly maimed that they are unrecognisable” narrates Peter.
The pair didn’t meet again until several months later in Cairo, after Gordon had been withdrawn from Gallipoli. “I was very glad to see her”, Gordon wrote. Their relationship took up from where it had left off. But the truth was, their experiences had changed them. For Gordon, his time in the trenches with men dying all around him, had drained him of all emotion, something he was to suffer from for the rest of his life. Kath, too, had seen too much of the true horror of war. “I shall never speak of the horrors that war brings and the ghastly wounds men suffer. It is too much for someone who was not there to understand.”
Gordon asked Kath to marry him in Cairo, on June 11th of 1916 – a little more than a year after they first met. “Gordon bought me a bonser engagement ring, quite the best I have ever seen”, Kath wrote. Gordon’s diary entry is surprisingly unemotional – laced instead with the practicality and stoicism of the times. “Became engaged to Sister King, but can’t say that I felt myself any violently different person as a result (as you might expect)… I don’t think Kathleen or myself quite realise what we are in for, but we decided to leave things in abeyance till European affairs get more settled. Then we would think of ours.”
The couple didn’t get to think about themselves properly until January of 1917 when they married in London. By then, Gordon was a major and committed to the savage battles on the Western Front. “They weren’t sure if they would survive, no one was at that time. They knew that the chances were that Gordon would be killed but they married anyway in what I see as an act of defiance and determination in the face of an unending horror.”, says Alison.
“Both Kath and Gordon knew that the chances of Gordon passing away during the war, were high – but they married anyway, in what I see as an act of defiance and determination in the face of an unending horror.”, Alison continues.
Happily Ever After
Gordon survived the war. The couple returned home in 1919, and started their family, rarely leaving each other’s side. They lived in Turramurra on Sydney’s North Shore, and raised three children. John, their eldest died over the English Channel whilst fighting in World War II.
“They were good people and they lived good lives. They were devoted to each other but it was a private love not something they showed to other people. I think that was probably because of the war. They understood each other and relied on each other, too. I think their relationships shows that love really can triumph over just about anything.” says Alison.