||18 Dec 1894
||Waterloo Twp., Waterloo Region, Ontario [1, 2]
||Waterloo City, Waterloo Region, Ontario 
|WW1, Captain, 32nd Battalion |
|WW1, Service #2779665 |
|killed in war |
||H. L. W. (Jerry) Flynn |
||Jerry Laurice Flynn |
|Eby ID Number
||3 Sep 1918
||Sin-le-Noble Communal Cemetery, Nord-Pas-de-Calais, Frances
||15 Mar 2017 |
||John Irwin Flynn, b. 1864, , Ontario , d. Yes, date unknown |
||Lilly Ann Catherine Hilliard, b. 13 Dec 1869, Waterloo City, Waterloo Region, Ontario , d. 1952 |
- Jerry H.L.W. Flynn
It was morning on September 12, 1918 when a Waterloo mother received two pieces of mail '96 a letter from her son, a pilot fighting overseas in the Great War, and a telegram from the secretary of the Canadian Air Force. One can only wonder which letter Mrs. Lilly Flynn opened first. The letter from her 19-year-old son, Captain Jerry Flynn, was dated August 13 and he wrote of being in good health. The telegram from Ottawa told Mrs. Flynn that her son was reported missing on September 3.
The story of Jerry Flynn is but one story of the losses that Waterloo families suffered in the Great War between 1914 and 1918. Jerry Flynn was one of sixteen Waterloo soldiers who died.....
It would be much later that newsreaders in Waterloo would learn of the agony "Little Jerry's" squadron would express the day he went tumbling down in flames after being shot by one of a dozen Fokkers. In 1967, the Waterloo Chronicle published an account by Captain Bogart Rogers of the moment Flynn's comrades learned the "pet of the squadron" had lost his life:
On that day the whole outfit blew up like a toy balloon. A kid
named John Trussler, grabbed his champagne glass, hurled it the
length of the mess, leaped to his feet and started a vivid impression
of a lunatic . . . he swore and cursed and cried. He cursed God
and the Germans. He cursed the war and the army. He cursed his
parents because he was born.
He told Little Jerry Flynn who he knew was sitting in the room
listening to him, who was sitting right there in that chair that he
didn't have to worry. They couldn't get away with it.
His comrades tried to stop his cursing and raving and finally
pulled him down into a chair. He hid his head in his hands and
sobbed horribly. Half of the others were sobbing. The rest were
trying to quieten things down but feeling no better themselves.
Waterloo Public Library http://www.wpl.ca/sites/default/files/waterloo_150/flynn_jerry.pdf