'The greatest privilege of my Chaplaincy, and one of the greatest
privileges of my life, has been to live with your gallant son. His
influence on the Battalion is incalculable.... I have never met any
one who so consistently submerged all thought of self in the pursuit
of duty and the consideration of others. One dare not even speak of
his death in the ordinary terms as an unspeakable loss, for such
lives cannot be lost, and seem to gain even greater power when they
have passed "to where beyond these voices there is peace."'
* * * *
'Many instances of his quiet resolute devotion and of his invariable
chivalry have come to my recollection during the past weeks....
'Nothing was a trouble to Captain Lusk if it lay in the way of what
he considered duty, and I need not tell you that his ideal was very
high.
'What and when he ate, and where he should sleep--very important
items to most soldiers--were matters of least importance to him. We
used to beseech him to have more regard for himself, and he only
responded with a smile.
Yet when the comfort of others was concerned he would make a resolute
fight. After a long march we arrived at our appointed billet, a
small farm, to find that the Officers of another regiment had usurped
our farmhouse. The Brigade Officer came upon the scene. Captain
Lusk tackled him, and would not let him go, until he had turned out
the intruders and given us our right.
'None was more touched than he by the death of any of our men. He
made a point of being present at the burial, and on such occasions I
have noticed the unconsciously upward glance of his eyes.
'To myself your brother's consideration and courtesy was unsurpassed.
He must have seen my faults, yet he was always most forbearing. I
used to say to him, "You are the real Padre of the regiment," as
indeed he was. Still he always honoured me as the Chaplain and gave
me every opportunity in my work.
'I visited the Battalion recently. Our talk was chiefly about your
dear brother. Major Graham and Quartermaster Hamilton, who were more
closely associated with him than I was, agreed with me that our
fellowship with Captain Lusk was a privilege never to be forgotten.
None of us can hope to meet with a more truly Christian gentleman.'
* * * *
'Among the many casualties which have befallen the 6th Scottish
Rifles, none can be more deeply or widely felt by Officers and men
than the death of Captain Lusk. We learned that he had been wounded
on Christmas Day, but the message did not say that the wound was
dangerous. We did not expect to hear that on the fourth day after
the injury he succumbed.
'We have reason to be proud of the Battalion. Major A. J. Graham,
Captain J. Lusk, Captain D. L. Gray, Captain J. C. E. Hay, Private J.
R. Brown, Private J. Craig, Private W. Hannah and Private J.
Williamson have been mentioned in Despatches. Of those eight, seven
will admit that there was none worthier of the distinction than he
who is taken from them, nor any who better deserved the additional
recognition given to him only among them, the Chevalier of the Legion
of Honour.
'To those who did not know him, any attempt to estimate the worth of
Captain James Lusk, must seem exaggeration. His were not mere
surface qualities. Indeed, a stranger on first meeting him might not
discover any brilliancy. Those who lived with him learned what he
was. He was a man of many accomplishments. A graduate of Cambridge,
he had the culture of a great University. He was a highly skilled
engineer and showed a rare capacity for business. He had also
acquired the art of managing men. He was a splendid horseman; it was
good to observe his firm seat and to watch his determined mastery of
a refractory steed. He was an accomplished musician who could charm
with the music he drew from the piano or the pipe organ. He was a
soldier of the finest type, master of the details of military duty,
scrupulously careful and exact, faithful and fearless to a degree.
One could not find a more unselfish man than he was. Anything good
which he happened to have was generously at the disposal of others.
If there was any hardship or privation, Lusk would take the worst
place.
'When the billet of one of our companies was shelled and burned and
the Officers lost all their kit, the rest of us contributed such
articles as we could spare for their supply. It was not much to give
a razor or a shirt, or a pair of socks, but Lusk gave up his Wolseley
valise--a fact which was revealed only by seeing his things lying in
a heap in the corner of the room. He would sleep without murmur on
the hard earth of an unsavoury field because he considered it his
duty to be with the transport. When he had secured a fairly
comfortable billet for four of us in which there were three beds, we
knew that Lusk would certainly choose to be the man who should lie on
the floor, unless we found a fourth bed in some adjoining house. If
the way to and from Headquarters of the trenches lay, as it generally
did, through an "unhealthy" field or wood, Lusk would certainly
accompany one who disliked solitude in such places, deaf to any
protest, or the consideration that he himself would have to return
alone. His quiet strength and indomitable courage banished every
sign of fear.
'In the memorable charge of Festubert, which the Battalion
accomplished at such awful cost, Captain Lusk was disappointed that
he could not be one of the leaders in the attack. As Transport
Officer his duties kept him in the rear, but he brought his supplies
to the scene of action, and even lingered there quietly writing a
letter in a "dug-out," though shells were bursting about him. It was
he who gathered together what was left of the Battalion when the
attack was over, and brought them out of danger; he also who inspired
a band of volunteers to make a long night march back to the place of
slaughter, in the hope of recovering the wounded or burying the dead.
'It seemed to one afterwards as though Lusk could hardly forgive
himself for being among the survivors of that night when so many were
wounded and killed. And now when he has met his death, not in the
glory and excitement of an advance, but in the routine of holding the
trenches, one might dare to say that he had attained his wish. He
not only "bore without abuse the grand old name of gentleman"; on his
shield of faith was blazoned the noblest and simplest device--the
Cross--with the motto "To me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
I may not write for print the name by which he passed among some of
the men in the ranks; it would look irreverent; yet it showed a keen
unscornful appreciation of their Officer's character and of his
loyalty to the Master Whom he served. Yet his piety was never a
parade or an intrusion.
"He never found fault with you, never implied
Your wrong by his right, only men by his side
Grew purer."
'In the privilege of these months' experience among the bravest and
best of men who are fighting and have fought the good fight, I know
nothing which has made more grateful and lasting impression than my
intercourse with Captain Lusk. Because I know that my appreciation
is not singular, but must be universally shared by all who knew him,
because I am sure they wish our acknowledgement of the debt we owe to
him to be not only admitted but proclaimed, I have ventured to pay
this tribute to the Galahad among the Knights of the Cameronians.'