Thomas Henry Liddon Addis (known as Henry), the only son of Rev. W.E. Addis and Mrs Addis of Twickenham, was born in 1897. He came to the Dragon in 1906 and was a boarder in School House. Whilst at the Dragon, Henry was a quiet, reserved boy, with considerable sense of humour. He was not particularly keen on games, but had his own amusements and was an interested observer of all that went on. He was always popular with a good set of boys. He was a good essay writer and fond of history. He won a holiday work prize for Macaulay’s Essay on Clive. ‘His line of thought was always independent and original, and it is impossible to think of him without remembering the twinkle in his eye which brought him into many scrapes and saved him from their usual consequences’. He went on to Westminster in 1911.
In 1915, Henry got a commission as 2nd Lieutenant, Royal Dublin Fusiliers. He was for some time in Ireland and was wounded in the Dublin riots in May 1916. He went to the front in France in July 1916 and was again wounded. When in Somerville Hospital he brought teams of wounded officers to play against the Dragon School XI.
He was made Lieutenant in 1917 and was due for special leave after winning the Military Cross, but remained at his post. He met his death on the battlefield at Sandbag Alley, Lempire, France, on the 21st March 1918, in his twenty-first year. He was in a dug-out with his Captain when a messenger came with a dispatch. Told where to take it, he came back almost at once with the news that the Germans were upon them. There was a fierce fight. After twenty minutes the Captain fell. Henry ran to his side, but was shot. He died, calling out to his men to keep on fighting.
His Commanding Officer wrote: ‘I had the highest opinion of your son, a good, hardworking, conscientious officer who always did his duty and was loved by his men.’
A Captain in the Defensive Fire wrote: ‘Today I heard from one of Henry’s brother officers of the extraordinarily gallant exploit which immediately preceded his death, and which brought him the Military Cross. We all loved him very tenderly. He had so little to regret in his life, and finished so nobly.’
Henry is at rest at Unicorn Cemetery, Vend’Huile, France.