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8 Irish Examiner Thursday 29.06.2006 NEWS XX1 - V1 I N the small town of Les Vans, in the mid- dle of the mountain- ous region of the Ardèche, a statue dominates the mar- ket square. It portrays a young man, fatally wound- ed and in the throes of death. The nameplate in front of it says, simply, The Somme. In Beaumont Hamel, in Picardy, in the middle of a battlefield, a giant caribou looks toward Canada and guards the scene where 670 men of the Newfoundland Regiment were cut down on July 1, 1916. Behind the cathedral in Ypres, Belgium, 125 miles north of Guillemont, you can find the Munster Cross. Paid for “by the people of the province and Cork, its capital city.” And, in the tiny Somme village of Sailly-Sallisel, the most heart-rending memo- rial of them all. Une paysanne kisses the empty greatcoat of her lost hus- band. Victime de la guerre. Many war memorials are not great art. But this is. Meanwhile, in Cork, at the head of South Mall, the city’s First WorldWar memorial is surrounded and hidden by builders’ huts and a chain link fence. Even on the 90th anniver- sary of The Somme, it is closed to the public. Twen- ty yards away, a memorial to the Wars of Indepen- dence heroes is open to all. A metaphor for the pre- vailing Irish attitude to the soldiers who fought in the Great War, this tale of two monuments tells its own story — not on- ly to overseas visi- tors, but to the descendants of the thousands of vol- unteers who left Cork for the bat- tlefields of France and Belgium. Of course, Ire- land has its War Memorial Gar- dens, close to the Phoenix Park, which were de- signed by Sir Ed- ward Lutyens — architect of the chilling arch at Thiepval on The ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Editorial team: Dermot Ahern, Josephine Fen- ton, Allan Prosser. Grateful thanks to: The Somme Heritage Centre (www.Irishsoldier.org) ; The Imperial War Museum; Musée Somme, Albert, France (www.musee-somme-1916.org); Historial de la Grande Guerre, Peronne, France (www.histori- al.org) ; staff at the Ulster Tower, Thiepval, France; Tom Burke MBE, chairman, The Royal Dublin Fusiliers Association; John Foley. Background reading: The Road to the Somme (Philip Orr, The Blackstaff Press); The Somme Then and Now, Flanders Then and Now (John Giles, After The Battle Publications); The Irish on the Somme (Steven Moore, Local Press Limited); Ireland’s Unknown Soldiers (Terence Denman, Irish Academic Press); To Win A War (John Ter- raine, Macmillan Publishers); First World War (Martin Gilbert, Harper Collins); A Long Long Way (Sebastian Barry, Faber and Faber); Ireland and the Great War (edited by Adrian Gregory and Senia Pašeta, Manchester University Press); Guillemont (Michael Stedman, Leo Cooper Lon- don); Bandon District Soldiers Who Died In The Great War (Bandon War Memorial Committee); With A Machine Gun to Cambrai (George Cop- pard, MacMillan Publishers); Battlefields of Northern France (Michael Glover, Michael Joseph Ltd); The British Soldier on the Western Front (Richard Holmes, Harper Collins); Somme (Lynn McDonald, London). Further enquiries: If you want to respond to this series or ask further questions please email: [email protected] It is not too late to celebrate the names unmade... Irish literature by volunteers who fought in the First World War is worth celebrating, writes Josephine Fenton I T’S A paradox. What the Irish soldiers, took to the battlefields, more than any other nation, was their language. And yet, where is the iconic poetry of the First World War to match those magic English names of Brooke, Sas- soon and Owen? A visit to the Peace Park in Messines in Belgium, a for- eign field that is forever Ireland, re- veals some lines from To My Daugh- ter Betty, The Gift of God by Tom Kettle, of The Royal Dublin Fusiliers: ‘Know that we fools … Died not for Flag, nor King, nor Emperor — But for a dream, born in a herdsman’s shed …’ Irish soldiers, South and North, vol- unteering for the British Army, were often fighting for the hope of a free country. Or, if not, they were fighting to remain part of the British Empire. Or, they were refusing to enlist, in- stead volunteering to resist British rule within Ireland and preparing for the Easter Rising. It was a veritable tornado of volun- teers, that was the truth, writes Sebas- tian Barry in his recent novel A Long, Long Way. He draws attention to the bravery of those who fought against Germany. While he understands why those soldiers were ignored in the af- termath of the war, it seems as if he wants to give them back their voices. There are two connected questions to explore. Why were the brave sol- diers of the Great War ignored by the Irish writers who were their compa- triots? And why has Irish English, that most melodic of English dialects, not been employed to celebrate their heroism and mourn their deaths? Se- bastian Barry’s novel addresses both these questions. In A Long, Long Way, shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize, Barry tells the story of The Royal Dublin Fusiliers. He writes a lyrically and poetically about their lives and deaths at the Front. Barry’s main character, Willie Dunne, is a timid, undersized, Catholic boy from Dublin. He joins up, mainly because he is too short to be a policeman. The British Army isn’t so fussy. Others of Willie Dunne’s contin- gent enlist for similar unthinking rea- sons. But Jesse Kirwan of Cork city knew exactly what he was doing: “some of us said that we would do what Red- mond said, and fight as Irish soldiers, you know, to save Europe.” It is only when they start shooting the leaders of the Easter Rising, that Kirwan starts to have his doubts. “An Irish- man can’t fight this war now. Not af- ter those lads being executed”, he states. The Irish were fighting the Great War. Even non-Irish regiments con- tained large numbers of Irishmen. Some Irish expats, as Michael Longley explains in his poem Wounds, were in the wrong queue and joined the Lon- don Scottish. The Irish had long been the largest non-British contingent of the British Army and many soldiers who came from far-flung parts of the Empire, such as Australia and America, had Irish names and Irish forebears. Barry says, ‘we were used to calling these men not Irish, against Ireland, even traitors to Ireland, but the music of their language makes that unprov- able; their old music proves them, their old talk sanctifies them’. So Barry, at least, has laid aside the self-censorship which prevents Irish writers from writing about the First World War. But what about other writers? Tom Kettle was killed in September 1916. Another poet, Francis Ledwidge from Slane, Co Meath, wrote about 200 poems, of which fewer than nine deal explicitly with the Great War. Instead, Ledwidge uses the voices and sounds of rural Ire- land to lament the loss of life: ‘He shall not hear the bittern cry, In the wild sky where he is lain, Nor voices of the sweeter birds Above the wailing of the rain.’ Ledwidge was killed in 1917. Thomas Mac- Greevy’s poem, De Civitate Hominum, which records his observation of an English plane being shot down, is dis- tanced not only by its lack of immedia- cy but also by time of composition, in that it was written ten years after the war ended. MacGreevy went to live in England and then in Paris, in the great Irish tradition of Synge, Joyce and Beckett, and thus became geographically dis- tanced from his North Kerry origins. It is as if he blanked out his youth as a soldier and ignored his skill as a poet. And so we look forward in time for political wounds to heal. Sebastian Barry toured Ireland reading from A Long Long Way. He speaks of his wonder at his audience’s acknowledg- ment of their neglect of the forgotten sol- diers and says that the listeners seemed to understand, identify with and salute Willie Dunne and his fr iends. Michael Longley takes the lead in the revival of the genre, perhaps? His poems, Wounds and Last Re- quests are studied for the Leaving Certifi- cate. But then he’s from Belfast, and Northern Ireland has always celebrated the dead with memorials and remembrance days. As Donegal-born playwright Frank McGuinness says, “I discovered that every town in the North of Ireland has a war memorial”. Every town. I suddenly realised how deeply WWI had affected every family in Ulster. Longley’s In Memoriam inspired by his father’s deathbed confessions is an extraordinary poem. It details shrapnel injuries to the testicles, and ponders on the fact that he, Michael, might not have been conceived. Then, the poem chronicles how his father sought girls behind the lines to rekin- dle his sexual function. Longley cele- brates these lost wives who rescued his future genes from no-man’s land. From Michael Longley’s latest col- lection, Snow Water, comes another unusual poem, The Front. ‘I dreamed I was marching up the Front to die. There were thousands of us who were going to die. From the opposite direction, out of step, breathless, The dead and wound- ed came, all younger than my son, Among them my father who might have been my son. “What’s it like?” I shouted after the family face. “It’s cushy, mate! Cushy!” my fa- ther-son replied.’ They were so young, for the most part, those Irishmen who marched away to die. And when the poem is read in conjunction with Longley’s In Memoriam we realise how many un- born sons and daughters followed their young fathers-to-be to their graves in the filth and mud or the heat and dust of those great battles. Frank McGuinness, on the other hand, with an Irish Catholic back- ground wrote Observe the Sons of Ulster Marching Towards the Somme, in 1985. This is a play about eight Northern Irish Protestants, seven of whom die in the heat and dust of the morning of July 1, 1916. “What I wanted was to write a play with a big theme, and this was a sub- ject waiting to be explored. You must remember that in Ireland when I grew up, almost nothing was taught about World Wars I or II. To serve in those wars was regarded as unpatriotic, al- most,” McGuinness said. Seamus Heaney also writes in mourning for those who died and seem forgotten, in his poem, In Memoriam Francis Ledwidge. He recognises the difficulties that the Irish have had with remembering their lost soldiers: ‘In you, our dead enigma, all the strains Criss-cross in useless equi- libr ium.’ These lines seem to acknowledge the ambiguity of Irish feelings, point- ing out the irreconcilable cross-hatch- ing of political ideas stretching from pre-1914 to the present day. Ledwidge’s poem Soliloquy should, perhaps, have the final word. The poem belittles the voice of the poet in comparison with the heart of the sol- dier. Ledwidge does not reiterate Tom Kettle’s idea that the Irish soldiers who fought were fools. Nor does he agree with the secret, bitter words of Christy Moran in A Long Long Way when he describes his comrades as “these wretched fools of men come out to fight a war with- out a country to their name, the slaves of England and kings of nothing”. He seems to say that, even if the dream that they fought for is lost, even if the idea of freedom which they died for is lost, even if they are unrecognised and forgotten, the Irish soldiers of the Great War were great men. ‘It is too late now to retrieve a fall- en dream, too late to grieve a name unmade, but not too late to thank the gods for what is great; a keen-edged sword, a soldier’s heart, is greater than a poet’s art. And greater than a poet’s fame a lit- tle grave that has no name.’ Ireland’s Somme heroes deserve to be remembered In the last part of our series on the battle of The Somme and Irish soldiers in World War I, Allan Prosser looks at how the conflict, and its participants, are remembered in Ireland Somme, which carries — in depressing mathematical uniformity — the names of 72,000 men who were lost, but never found, in that terrible battle. The Lutyens Gardens were completed in the early 1930s, but allowed to fall into a scandalous state of disrepair and had to be res- cued by Garret Fitzgerald’s government, who paid a subsidy for their recovery. While most European capitals have memorials in their city centre to honour their lost sons, proposals to locate something on behalf of the Irish dead of the Great War have never found favour. You can celebrate Oscar Wilde and Molly Malone but not the humble private who gave his life at Passendale; or Ginchy; or Langemark; or Ronnsoy. In St Stephen’s Green, there is a bust to the na- tionalist, poet, and UCD professor Tom Kettle, but you will have to look hard to find it. Tom Kettle is also re- membered in the major Irish memorial in Europe, the Island of Ireland Peace Park (Páirc Siochána d’Oileán na hÉireann), lo- cated at Messines in Bel- gium. This was the scene of perhaps the greatest feat of arms in the Great War by the Irish, when the Protes- tant 36th Division and the Catholic 16th Division combined to overcome im- mensely strong German po- sitions on high ground, thus fulfilling the vision of na- tionalist MP John Redmond of “Ulster shaking hands with Co Cork.” One of the names on the Thiepval Memorial on The Somme is Private James Kelly from Mill Street in Middleton who was 15 when he enlisted for the 6th Connaught Rangers. He was one of seven members of his battalion killed by artillery fire as they advanced to- wards Ginchy on Q: What happened to the soldiers after the war? A: They returned home to Ireland to a country which was to be partitioned, and then divided again by a civil war. Some were viewed with suspicion and hostility for their wartime role with the British Army and at the height of the Black and Tan Terror it was, perhaps, pru- dent not to ad- vertise a war record too prominently. It is estimated that as many as 200 former ser- vicemen were assassinated as suspected informers by the IRA between 1919 and 1922. William McPherson of Mallow was shot through the chest and a message pinned to him: “Spies and informers in Mallow beware.” Even 65 years after The Somme Sir Norman Stronge was killed with his son, and his home, Tynan Abbey, de- stroyed by fire two days before his 87th birthday. So men such as these sur- vived the war, but not the peace. Other ex-soldiers, joined the forces of the Free State. Others such as Tom Barry and Emmet Dal- ton took their wartime ex- perience into the IRA. Q: How did the popula- tion of Ireland honour their soldiers upon their return? A: Initially there were re- membrance services held every year around the country, and the 16th Divi- sion Memorial Cross from Guillemont/Ginchy was temporarily erected on Col- lege Green, Dublin. Thou- sands of poppies were sold and in 1925 130,000 attended a commemora- tion in College Green which was disrupted by a Sinn Féin protest. Q: What happened to the regiments? A: They marched out of history with the creation of the Free State and handed over their colours at Wind- sor Castle where they re- main today. Q: How many VCs were won at the Somme by the Irish? A: There were 51 Victoria Crosses awarded during the Battle of the Somme of which 10 went to men of Irish blood. Q: How can I find out about my rel- atives who participated in the Great War A: The Com- monwealth War Graves Commission (www.cwc.org) is a good starting point if you have details of where he fell. If his grave was unmarked his name may be recorded on the Thiepval Memorial on the Somme, or the Menin Gate in Ypres, Bel- gium. The staff at the Somme Heritage Centre (www.Irishsoldier.org) are extremely helpful. There are also associations you can try: Royal Munster Fusiliers Association, 86 High Meadows, Gouldavo- her, Limerick; Royal Dublin Fusiliers Association, 11 Ayrfield Court, Ayrfield, Dublin 13; Connaught Rangers Association, For- est Row, Boyle, Co. Roscommon. Western Front Association, Republic of Ireland branch, 49 Killar- ney Heights, Bray, Co. Wicklow. Q: Were any Irishmen executed for desertion? A: During the Great War 346 officers and men were executed for a range of of- fences including murder and it is calculated that 26 were of Irish blood. At least seven were shot during the Somme offen- sive. This is a controversial area and in the early part of the 20th century little was understood about shell shock or battle fa- tigue. Surprising, perhaps, is that the number is so low given that the British Army had nearly five mil- lion men under arms by the end of 1918. Sebastian Barry’s Man Book- er-nominated A Long, Long Way: ‘a tornado of volunteers’. Q A & September 8. He had joined up with his cousin, Bill Cahill, who had been wounded five days earlier in the attack on Guillemont. The two cousins died with- in hours of each other. Not far from Messines is the hamlet of Poelkappele. In a military cemetery there you may find a grave num- bered 6322 in which is buried a Private John Con- don, from Wexford. This may not be his real name, but what is known about him is that he was 14 when he died. That he was Irish is interesting. That he is the youngest known soldier to be killed on the Western Front is truly tragic. And for a nation such as Ireland, worth remembering. The forgotten army The Somme memorial in Les Vans, in the Ardèche region of France. Below left: une paysanne kisses the empty greatcoat of her lost husband on the WWI monument in Sailly-Sallisel, France. Clockwise from left: Cork’s World War I memorial on South Mall; the Island of Ireland Peace Park at Messines in Belgium; the Munster Cross in Ypres, Belgium, paid for ‘by the people of the province and Cork, its capital city’.

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8 Irish ExaminerThursday 29.06.2006NEWS

XX1 - V1

IN the small town ofLes Vans, in the mid-dle of the mountain-

ous region of the Ardèche,a statue dominates the mar-ket square. It portrays ayoung man, fatally wound-ed and in the throes ofdeath. The nameplate infront of it says, simply, TheSomme.

In Beaumont Hamel, inPicardy, in the middle of abattlefield, a giant cariboulooks toward Canada andguards the scene where 670men of the NewfoundlandRegiment were cut downon July 1, 1916.

Behind the cathedral inYpres, Belgium, 125 milesnorth of Guillemont, youcan find the Munster Cross.Paid for “by the people ofthe province and Cork, itscapital city.”

And, in the tiny Sommevillage of Sailly-Sallisel, themost heart-rending memo-rial of them all. Unepaysanne kisses the emptygreatcoat of her lost hus-band. Victime de la guerre.Many war memorials arenot great art. But this is.

Meanwhile, in Cork, atthe head of South Mall, thecity’s First World Warmemorial is surrounded andhidden by builders’ hutsand a chain link fence.Even on the 90th anniver-sary of The Somme, it isclosed to the public. Twen-ty yards away, a memorialto the Wars of Indepen-dence heroes is open to all.

A metaphor for the pre-vailing Irish attitude to thesoldiers who fought in theGreat War, this tale of twomonuments tells itsown story — not on-ly to overseas visi-tors, but to thedescendants of thethousands of vol-unteers who leftCork for the bat-tlefields of Franceand Belgium.

Of course, Ire-land has its WarMemorial Gar-dens, close to thePhoenix Park,which were de-signed by Sir Ed-ward Lutyens —architect of thechilling arch atThiepval on The

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTSEditorial team: Dermot Ahern, Josephine Fen-ton, Allan Prosser.Grateful thanks to: The Somme HeritageCentre (www.Irishsoldier.org) ; The Imperial War

Museum; Musée Somme, Albert, France(www.musee-somme-1916.org); Historial de laGrande Guerre, Peronne, France (www.histori-al.org) ; staff at the Ulster Tower, Thiepval,France; Tom Burke MBE, chairman, The RoyalDublin Fusiliers Association; John Foley.

Background reading: The Road to the Somme(Philip Orr, The Blackstaff Press); The SommeThen and Now, Flanders Then and Now (JohnGiles, After The Battle Publications); The Irish onthe Somme (Steven Moore, Local Press Limited);Ireland’s Unknown Soldiers (Terence Denman,

Irish Academic Press); To Win A War (John Ter-raine, Macmillan Publishers); First World War(Martin Gilbert, Harper Collins); A Long LongWay (Sebastian Barry, Faber and Faber); Irelandand the Great War (edited by Adrian Gregory andSenia Pašeta, Manchester University Press);

Guillemont (Michael Stedman, Leo Cooper Lon-don); Bandon District Soldiers Who Died In TheGreat War (Bandon War Memorial Committee);With A Machine Gun to Cambrai (George Cop-pard, MacMillan Publishers); Battlefields ofNorthern France (Michael Glover, Michael

Joseph Ltd); The British Soldier on the WesternFront (Richard Holmes, Harper Collins); Somme(Lynn McDonald, London).Further enquiries: If you want to respond tothis series or ask further questions please email:allan.p r o s s e r @e x amine r.ie

It is not too late to celebrate the names unmade...Irish literature by volunteers who fought in the First World War isworth celebrating, writes Josephine FentonIT’S A paradox. What the Irish

soldiers, took to the battlefields,more than any other nation, wastheir language.

And yet, where is the iconic poetryof the First World War to match thosemagic English names of Brooke, Sas-soon and Owen? A visit to the PeacePark in Messines in Belgium, a for-eign field that is forever Ireland, re-veals some lines from To My Daugh-ter Betty, The Gift of God by TomKettle, of The Royal Dublin Fusiliers:

‘Know that we fools …Died not for Flag, nor King,nor Emperor — But for a dream,born in a herdsman’s shed …’

Irish soldiers, South and North, vol-unteering for the British Army, wereoften fighting for the hope of a freecountry. Or, if not, they were fightingto remain part of the British Empire.Or, they were refusing to enlist, in-stead volunteering to resist British rulewithin Ireland and preparing for theEaster Rising.

It was a veritable tornado of volun-teers, that was the truth, writes Sebas-tian Barry in his recent novel A Long,Long Way. He draws attention to thebravery of those who fought againstGermany. While he understands whythose soldiers were ignored in the af-termath of the war, it seems as if hewants to give them back their voices.

There are two connected questionsto explore. Why were the brave sol-diers of the Great War ignored by theIrish writers who were their compa-triots? And why has Irish English, thatmost melodic of English dialects, notbeen employed to celebrate theirheroism and mourn their deaths? Se-bastian Barry’s novel addresses boththese questions.

In A Long, Long Way, shortlistedfor the Man Booker Prize, Barry tellsthe story of The Royal DublinFusilier s.

He writes a lyrically and poetically

about their lives and deaths at theF ron t .

Barry’s main character, WillieDunne, is a timid, undersized,Catholic boy from Dublin. He joinsup, mainly because he is too short tobe a policeman. The British Armyisn’t so fussy.

Others of Willie Dunne’s contin-gent enlist for similar unthinking rea-sons.

But Jesse Kirwan of Cork city knewexactly what he was doing: “some ofus said that we would do what Red-mond said, and fight as Irish soldiers,you know, to save Europe.” It is onlywhen they start shooting the leadersof the Easter Rising, that Kirwanstarts to have his doubts. “An Irish-man can’t fight this war now. Not af-ter those lads being executed”, hestates.

The Irish were fighting the GreatWar. Even non-Irish regiments con-tained large numbers of Irishmen.Some Irish expats, as Michael Longleyexplains in his poem Wounds, were inthe wrong queue and joined the Lon-don Scottish.

The Irish had long been the largestnon-British contingent of the BritishArmy and many soldiers who camefrom far-flung parts of the Empire,such as Australia and America, hadIrish names and Irish forebears.

Barry says, ‘we were used to callingthese men not Irish, against Ireland,even traitors to Ireland, but the musicof their language makes that unprov-able; their old music proves them,their old talk sanctifies them’.

So Barry, at least, has laid aside the

self-censorship which prevents Irishwriters from writing about the FirstWorld War.

But what about other writers? TomKettle was killed in September 1916.

Another poet, Francis Ledwidgefrom Slane, Co Meath, wrote about200 poems, ofwhich fewer thannine deal explicitlywith the Great War.Instead, Ledwidgeuses the voices andsounds of rural Ire-land to lament theloss of life: ‘He shallnot hear the bitterncry, In the wild skywhere he is lain,Nor voices of thesweeter birdsAbove the wailingof the rain.’

Ledwidge waskilled in 1917.

Thomas Mac-Greevy’s poem, DeCivitate Hominum,which records hisobservation of anEnglish plane beingshot down, is dis-tanced not only byits lack of immedia-cy but also by time of composition, inthat it was written ten years after thewar ended.

MacGreevy went to live in Englandand then in Paris, in the great Irishtradition of Synge, Joyce and Beckett,and thus became geographically dis-tanced from his North Kerry origins.

It is as if he blanked out his youth as asoldier and ignored his skill as a poet.

And so we look forward in time forpolitical wounds to heal. SebastianBarry toured Ireland reading from ALong Long Way. He speaks of hiswonder at his audience’s acknowledg-

ment of their neglectof the forgotten sol-diers and says that thelisteners seemed tounderstand, identifywith and salute WillieDunne and hisfr iends.

Michael Longleytakes the lead in therevival of the genre,perhaps? His poems,Wounds and Last Re-quests are studied forthe Leaving Certifi-cate. But then he’sfrom Belfast, andNorthern Ireland hasalways celebrated thedead with memorialsand remembranceday s .

As Donegal-bornplaywright FrankMcGuinness says, “Idiscovered that everytown in the North of

Ireland has a war memorial”. Everytown. I suddenly realised how deeplyWWI had affected every family inUl s t e r.

Longley’s In Memoriam inspired byhis father’s deathbed confessions is anextraordinary poem. It details shrapnelinjuries to the testicles, and ponders

on the fact that he, Michael, mightnot have been conceived. Then, thepoem chronicles how his fathersought girls behind the lines to rekin-dle his sexual function. Longley cele-brates these lost wives who rescued hisfuture genes from no-man’s land.

From Michael Longley’s latest col-lection, Snow Water, comes anotherunusual poem, The Front.

‘I dreamed I was marching up theFront to die.

There were thousands of us whowere going to die.

From the opposite direction, out ofstep, breathless, The dead and wound-ed came, all younger than my son,Among them my father who mighthave been my son.

“What’s it like?” I shouted after thefamily face.

“It’s cushy, mate! Cushy!” my fa-ther-son replied.’

They were so young, for the mostpart, those Irishmen who marchedaway to die. And when the poem isread in conjunction with Longley’s InMemoriam we realise how many un-born sons and daughters followedtheir young fathers-to-be to theirgraves in the filth and mud or the heatand dust of those great battles.

Frank McGuinness, on the otherhand, with an Irish Catholic back-ground wrote Observe the Sons ofUlster Marching Towards the Somme,in 1985. This is a play about eightNorthern Irish Protestants, seven ofwhom die in the heat and dust of themorning of July 1, 1916.

“What I wanted was to write a playwith a big theme, and this was a sub-

ject waiting to be explored. You mustremember that in Ireland when I grewup, almost nothing was taught aboutWorld Wars I or II. To serve in thosewars was regarded as unpatriotic, al-most,” McGuinness said.

Seamus Heaney also writes inmourning for those who died andseem forgotten, in his poem, InMemoriam Francis Ledwidge. Herecognises the difficulties that the Irishhave had with remembering their lostsoldiers: ‘In you, our dead enigma, allthe strains Criss-cross in useless equi-libr ium.’

These lines seem to acknowledgethe ambiguity of Irish feelings, point-ing out the irreconcilable cross-hatch-ing of political ideas stretching frompre-1914 to the present day.

Ledwidge’s poem Soliloquy should,perhaps, have the final word. Thepoem belittles the voice of the poet incomparison with the heart of the sol-die r.

Ledwidge does not reiterate TomKettle’s idea that the Irish soldierswho fought were fools.

Nor does he agree with the secret,bitter words of Christy Moran in ALong Long Way when he describeshis comrades as “these wretched foolsof men come out to fight a war with-out a country to their name, the slavesof England and kings of nothing”.

He seems to say that, even if thedream that they fought for is lost,even if the idea of freedom whichthey died for is lost, even if they areunrecognised and forgotten, the Irishsoldiers of the Great War were greatmen.

‘It is too late now to retrieve a fall-en dream, too late to grieve a nameunmade, but not too late to thank thegods for what is great; a keen-edgedsword, a soldier’s heart, is greater thana poet’s art.

And greater than a poet’s fame a lit-tle grave that has no name.’

Ireland’s Somme heroes deserve to be remembered

In the last part of our series on the battle of The Somme and Irish soldiers in World War I,Allan Prosser looks at how the conflict, and its participants, are remembered in Ireland

Somme, which carries —in depressing mathematicaluniformity — the names of72,000 men who were lost,but never found, in thatterrible battle.

The Lutyens Gardenswere completed in the early1930s, but allowed to fallinto a scandalous state ofdisrepair and had to be res-cued by Garret Fitzgerald’sgovernment, who paid asubsidy for their recovery.

While most Europeancapitals have memorials intheir city centre to honourtheir lost sons, proposals tolocate something on behalfof the Irish dead of theGreat War have never foundfavour. You can celebrateOscar Wilde and MollyMalone but not the humbleprivate who gave his life atPassendale; or Ginchy; orLangemark; or Ronnsoy.

In St Stephen’s Green,there is a bust to the na-tionalist, poet, and UCDprofessor Tom Kettle, butyou will have to look hardto find it.

Tom Kettle is also re-membered in the majorIrish memorial in Europe,the Island of Ireland PeacePark (Páirc Siochánad’Oileán na hÉireann), lo-cated at Messines in Bel-gium.

This was the scene ofperhaps the greatest feat ofarms in the Great War bythe Irish, when the Protes-tant 36th Division and theCatholic 16th Divisioncombined to overcome im-mensely strong German po-sitions on high ground, thusfulfilling the vision of na-

tionalist MP JohnRedmond of “Ulstershaking hands withCo Cork.”

One of the nameson the ThiepvalMemorial on The

Somme is PrivateJames Kelly fromMill Street inMiddleton who

was 15 when heenlisted for the 6thConnaughtRangers. He wasone of sevenmembers of hisbattalion killed byartillery fire asthey advanced to-

wards Ginchy on

Q: What happened tothe soldiers after thewar?A: They returned home toIreland to a country whichwas to be partitioned, andthen divided again by acivil war. Some wereviewed with suspicion andhostility for their wartimerole with the British Armyand at theheight of theBlack and TanTerror it was,perhaps, pru-dent not to ad-vertise a warrecord tooprominently. Itis estimatedthat as many as200 former ser-vicemen were assassinatedas suspected informers bythe IRA between 1919 and1922. William McPhersonof Mallow was shotthrough the chest and amessage pinned to him:“Spies and informers inMallow beware.” Even 65years after The Somme SirNorman Stronge was killedwith his son, and hishome, Tynan Abbey, de-stroyed by fire two daysbefore his 87th birthday.So men such as these sur-vived the war, but not thepeace. Other ex-soldiers,joined the forces of theFree State. Others such asTom Barry and Emmet Dal-ton took their wartime ex-perience into the IRA.

Q: How did the popula-tion of Ireland honourtheir soldiers upon theirreturn?A: Initially there were re-membrance services heldevery year around thecountry, and the 16th Divi-sion Memorial Cross fromGuillemont/Ginchy wastemporarily erected on Col-lege Green, Dublin. Thou-sands of poppies weresold and in 1925 130,000attended a commemora-tion in College Greenwhich was disrupted by aSinn Féin protest.

Q: What happened tothe regiments?A: They marched out ofhistory with the creation ofthe Free State and handedover their colours at Wind-

sor Castle where they re-main today.

Q: How many VCs werewon at the Somme bythe Irish?A: There were 51 VictoriaCrosses awarded duringthe Battle of the Somme ofwhich 10 went to men ofIrish blood.

Q: How can Ifind outabout my rel-atives whoparticipatedin the GreatWa rA: The Com-monwealthWar GravesCommission

(www.cwc.org) is a goodstarting point if you havedetails of where he fell. Ifhis grave was unmarkedhis name may be recordedon the Thiepval Memorialon the Somme, or theMenin Gate in Ypres, Bel-gium. The staff at theSomme Heritage Centre(www.Irishsoldier.org) areextremely helpful. Thereare also associations youcan try: Royal MunsterFusiliers Association, 86High Meadows, Gouldavo-her, Limerick; Royal DublinFusiliers Association, 11Ayrfield Court, Ayrfield,Dublin 13; ConnaughtRangers Association, For-est Row, Boyle, Co.Roscommon. WesternFront Association, Republicof Ireland branch, 49 Killar-ney Heights, Bray, Co.Wicklow.

Q: Were any Irishmenexecuted for desertion?A: During the Great War346 officers and men wereexecuted for a range of of-fences including murderand it is calculated that 26were of Irish blood. Atleast seven were shotduring the Somme offen-sive. This is a controversialarea and in the early partof the 20th century littlewas understood aboutshell shock or battle fa-tigue. Surprising, perhaps,is that the number is solow given that the BritishArmy had nearly five mil-lion men under arms bythe end of 1918.

Sebastian Barry’s Man Book-er-nominated A Long, Long Way:‘a tornado of volunteers’.

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September 8. He hadjoined up with his cousin,Bill Cahill, who had beenwounded five days earlier inthe attack on Guillemont.The two cousins died with-

in hours of each other.Not far from Messines is

the hamlet of Poelkappele.In a military cemetery thereyou may find a grave num-bered 6322 in which is

buried a Private John Con-don, from Wexford. Thismay not be his real name,but what is known abouthim is that he was 14 whenhe died. That he was Irish

is interesting. That he is theyoungest known soldier tobe killed on the WesternFront is truly tragic. Andfor a nation such as Ireland,worth remembering.

The forgotten army

The Somme memorial in Les Vans, in the Ardèche region of France. Below left: une paysanne kisses the emptygreatcoat of her lost husband on the WWI monument in Sailly-Sallisel, France.

Clockwise from left: Cork’s World War Imemorial on South Mall; the Island ofIreland Peace Park at Messines in Belgium;the Munster Cross in Ypres, Belgium, paidfor ‘by the people of the province and Cork,its capital city’.