Philip Bainbrigge (died 1918)

Philip Gillespie Bainbrigge (1890–1918).[1] Studied at Eton and had taken a first in classics at Trinity College, Cambridge.[1] While he was an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge he met C. K. Scott Moncrieff and became his friend and lover.[1][2] He later became a classics master at Shrewsbury School.[3][4]

For others with the name, see Philip Bainbridge (disambiguation).

In November 1917 during the Great War after learning of the death of two of his colleagues in Shrewsbury,[5] and despite being nearly blind without his thick glasses, Bainbrigge enlisted in the army after memorizing the standard army's eye test. Bainbrigge attempted to enlist in the same regiment as Moncrieff, but failed and ended up in the Lancashire Fusiliers as a second lieutenant. Moncrieff would later refer Wilfred Owen to Bainbrigge who was stationed near Scarborough, North Yorkshire and the two would become friends.[2][6] Bainbrigge died in action on 18 September 1918 in the Battle of Épehy, while leading a patrol over a sunken road where the enemy was hiding. Six weeks later, his friend Owen would be killed in action as well.[2][4]

At the inaugural ceremony of the Shrewsbury School war memorial his lack of physical fitness and his courage were noted by describing him as "magnificently unsuited for war in everything except courage".[5]

He was among those named by J.B. Priestley as a "Cambridge Lost Generation"; the others being D.H.L. Baynes, Geoffrey Hopley, Donald Innes, Allan Parke, Francis Storrs, Geoffrey Tatham and James Woolston.[7][8]

Poems

Bainbrigge wrote a few homoerotic ballads, "mostly ballads of a private kind", as described by Moncrieff. He also wrote a verse play titled Achilles in Scyros.[1] In a parody of Rupert Brooke's The Soldier, Bainbridge wrote If I Should Die:[4][9]

If I should die, be not concerned to know

The manner of my ending, if I fell

Leading a folorn charge against the foe,

Strangled by gas, or shattered by a shell.

Nor seek to see me in this death-in-life

Mid shirks and curse, oaths and blood and sweat,

Cold in the darkness, on the edge of strife,

Bored and afraid, irresolute, and wet

But if you think of me, remember one

Who loved good dinners, curious parody,

Swimming, and lying naked in the sun,

Latin hexameters, and heraldry,

Athenian subtleties of dhz and poiz,

Beethoven, Botticelli, beer, and boys.

— Philip Gillespie Bainbrigge, as published in Stand in the Trench, Achilles

References
  1. Hidden: The Intimate Lives of Gay Men Past and Present, Clinton Elliot, page 21
  2. Chasing Lost Time: The Life of C.K. Scott Moncrieff: Soldier, Spy and Translator, Jean Findlay
  3. D'Arch Smith, Love in Earnest, pp. 148–50
  4. Stand in the Trench, Achilles: Classical Receptions in British Poetry of the Great War, Elizabeth Vandiver, page 328
  5. Wilfred Owen: On the Trail of the Poets of the Great War, Philip Guest, page 71-72
  6. Wilfred Owen, Jon Stallworthy, page 258
  7. Huggins, Mike; Mangan, J. A. (2004). Disreputable Pleasures: Less Virtuous Victorians at Play. Psychology Press. p. 39. Retrieved 10 January 2018.
  8. Winnifrith, Tom (1992). Leisure in Art and Literature. Springer. p. 131. Retrieved 10 January 2018.
  9. Oscar Wilde, Wilfred Owen, and Male Desire: Begotten, Not Made, James Campbell
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