No 54: Dick Travis
Nothing seemed to frighten Dick Travis. His turf was No Man's Land, the zone of death between enemy trenches and his regiment's frontlines.
He would range over the grim battlefield, alert for an unwary German to drop his guard. Then Travis would pounce, before returning with "a mirthless grin on his darkened face and another notch on his rifle", a soldier told the RSA Review almost 60 years ago.
A crack shot, Travis was ruthless when it came to the task at hand. Veteran Bill Ramage, who served in the Otago Regiment with Travis, once recalled an incident during the Somme conflict: "He leaned against the sandbags and shot a German in the face about 100 yards away, then he walked away."
Travis - born Dickson Cornelius Savage in Opotiki in April 1884 - left school after standard four to work on the family farm. He acquired a reputation as a brave teenager and a skilful horse-breaker. But he fell out with his father and moved to Gisborne where, according to one account "he is thought to have got a young woman in trouble".