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A Soldier's Death
Add another to the list,
the long, long list,
the list that stretches
through time to the
start of the race, the
fighting race, the Irish
race.
This is not a paean to
war, to heroic figures
in the Iliad
of Homer, Anabasis
of Herodotus, the History
of the Peloponnesian
War by Thucydidies,
or the mighty Caesar's
De Bello Gallico.
It is not a deification
of dead Irish soldiers
lost in the nine centuries
of intermittent warfare
with the old enemy,
the stubborn Saxon race,
still clinging to a
slice of the island
that is Ireland.
Just last year we mourned
the deaths of four Canadian
soldiers killed by "friendly
fire" in far away
Afghanistan.
Last month, April 2003,
another war in another
far off country, Iraq,
claimed the life of
a soldier, an Irish
soldier, a member of
the Irish Guards Regiment,
a unit of the British
Army founded by Queen
Victoria on April 1,
1900, in tribute to
the bravery exhibited
by Irishmen in the Boer
War, conveniently overlooking
the fact that an Irish
brigade of volunteers,
commanded by Major John
MacBride, fought against
the British on the side
of the Boers.
Throughout the long history
of war in Europe, Irish
soldiers were often
found in the ranks of
opposing armies. In
the United States, Irish
soldiers fought in both
the Union and Confederate
armies.
Why single out one Irish
casualty of a war fought,
if fought be the correct
word, in Iraq, while
serving as a soldier
in the Irish Guards?
It is simply as a reminder
that soldiering is a
trade, and has been
a trade from time immemorial.
The childhood rhyme
beginning:
"Tinker, tailor,
Soldier, sailor,"
bears witness to that
fact.
And soldiering can be
a dangerous trade.
Lance Corporal Ian Malone,
aged 28, a Dubliner,
was killed by sniper
fire on Sunday, April
6, 2003, in the conflict
to secure the city of
Basra in Iraq.
Malone had been educated
by the Irish Christian
Brothers, and after
leaving school was employed
in packing plants and
a warehouse . He hoped
to become a soldier,
but on grounds of age
was rejected by the
Irish Army. He then
considered joining the
French Foreign Legion.
Eventually he joined
the British Army.
A statement issued through
the British Embassy
in Dublin said: "He
loved the army and lived
for the excitement and
challenges being a soldier
brought.
He was proud to be an
Irishman and proud to
serve in the Irish Guards.
His family take some
comfort from knowing
that he died doing the
job he loved."
Malone was interviewed
on Irish television
while on leave in November
2002. Speaking about
his chosen career he
said: "At the end
of the day, I'm just
abroad doing a job.
"People go on saying
Irish men died for our
freedom. They did. They
died to give men like
me the freedom to choose
what I want to do.
"I have sworn an
oath of allegiance and
I can't walk away from
it. I will stick by
it. Dishonouring that
contract would be far
more disloyal than joining
the British army."
A statement issued by
the British Minister
of Defence said Malone
"was serving with
his regiment in Southern
Iraq when he was killed
in action on Sunday
April 6 while on operations
in Basra.
"Lance Corporal
Malone joined the Irish
Guards in 1997 and served
in the United Kingdom,
Poland, Oman, Canada,
Kosovo and Germany.
He was a valued member
of the Regimental pipe
band."
In an earlier age Joseph
I. C. Clarke commemorated
men like Malone in what
became a popular recitation
in concert halls and
drawing rooms.
The Fighting Race
by Joseph I. C. Clarke
"Read out the
names!" and
Burke sat back,
And Kelly drooped
his head,
While Shea -- they
called him Scholar
Jack --
Went down the list
of the dead.
Officers, seamen,
gunners, marines,
The crews of the
gig and yawl,
The bearded man
and the lad in his
teens,
Carpenters, coal
passers -- all.
Then, knocking the
ashes from out his
pipe,
Said Burke in an
offhand way:
"We're all
in that dead man's
list, by Cripes!
Kelly and Burke
and Shea."
"Well, here's
to the Maine, and
I'm sorry for Spain,"
Said Kelly and Burke
and Shea.
"Wherever there's
Kellys there's trouble,"
said Burke.
"Wherever fighting's
the game,
Or a spice of danger
in grown man's work,"
Said Kelly, "you'll
find my name."
"And do we
fall short,"
said Burke, getting
mad,
"When it's
touch and go for
life?"
Said Shea, "It's
thirty-odd years,
bedad,
Since I charged
to drum and fife
Up Marye's Heights,
and my old canteen
Stopped a rebel
ball on its way.
There were blossoms
of blood on our
sprigs of green
--
Kelly and Burke
and Shea --
"And the dead
didn't brag."
"Well, here's
to the flag!"
Said Kelly and Burke
and Shea.
"I wish 'twas
in Ireland, for
there's the place,"
Said Burke, "that
we'd die by right,
In the cradle of
our soldier race,
After one good stand-up
fight.
My grandfather fell
on Vinegar Hill,
And fighting was
not his trade;
But his rusty pike's
in the cabin still,
With Hessian blood
on the blade."
"Aye, aye,"
said Kelly, "the
pikes were great
When the word was
'clear the way!'
We were thick on
the roll in ninety-eight
--
Kelly and Burke
and Shea."
"Well, here's
to the pike and
the sword and the
like!"
Said Kelly and Burke
and Shea.
And Shea, the scholar,
with rising joy,
Said, "We were
at Ramillies.
We left our bones
at Fontenoy
And up in the Pyrenees.
Before Dunkirk,
on Linden's plain,
Cremona, Lille and
Ghent,
We're all over Austria,
France and Spain,
Wherever they pitched
a tent.
We've died for England
from Waterloo
To Egypt and Dargai;
And still there's
enough for a corps
or a crew,
Kelly and Burke
and Shea."
"Well, here
is to good honest
fighting blood!"
Said Kelly and Burke
and Shea.
"Oh, the fighting
races don't die
out,
If they seldom die
in bed,
For love is first
in their hearts,
no doubt,"
Said Burke; then
Kelly said:
"When Michael,
the Irish Archangel,
stands,
The angel with the
sword,
And the battle-dead
from a hundred lands
Are ranged in one
big horde,
Our line, that for
Gabriel's trumpet
waits,
Will stretch three
deep that day,
From Jehoshaphat
to the Golden Gates
--
Kelly and Burke
and Shea."
"Well, here's
thank God for the
race and the sod!"
Said Kelly and Burke
and Shea.
Add Malone to the list,
and say a prayer for
his soul.
According to a brief
note in "The
Iron Harp"
Joseph Ignatius Constantine
Clarke (1846-1925) was
a journalist and playwright
(title page copy refers
to him as "Author
of 'Robert Emmet, a
Tragedy,' 'Malmorda,'
'Lady Godiva,' etc."),
born in Ireland but
seems to have spent
most of his career in
New York. His "The
Fighting Race,"
(was) included in his
collection, The Fighting
Race and Other Poems
and Ballads (New York:
American News Co., 1911)
..A
note at the end of the
poem states the date
of composition as March
16, 1898: about a month
after the sinking of
the Maine, and before
the declaration of war
with Spain (April 11).
Several of the poems
in the book's first
section, "Songs
of the Celt, "relate
to the Spanish-American
War (which apparently
got Clarke's Irish fighting
blood up); there are
three more in which
Kelly, Burke and Shea
figure."
No sooner had this story
been keyboarded came
further news of Irish
soldiers' participation
during World War I,
"the war to end
all wars", in Iraq,
then called Mesopotamia.
A forgotten graveyard
from that war, situated
along the banks of the
River Tigris, was disclosed
to Lt.Colonel Tim Collins,
Commanding Officer of
the Royal Irish Regiment,
following the end of
the battle for Basra.
Collins, incidentally,
is the officer whose
speech to his troops
before that battle commenced
has been widely disseminated
and bids fair to rank
alongside other historic
pre-war orations.
Among the 5,000 names
carved into eight grey
panels of a granite
memorial overlooking
the cemetery at Amra,
are members of the Connaught
Rangers, the 8th King's
Royal Irish Hussars,
and the Royal Irish
Fusiliers, and a tribute
to a further 925 unknown
soldiers who also lost
their lives.
The cemetery was abandoned
by the Commonwealth
War Graves Commission
after the last Gulf
War, but a local man
preserved the monument.
"This is now a matter
for the Commonwealth
War Graves Commission
but the Royal Irish
will be conducting their
Easter service here
in memory of all those
who fell the first time
we came this way",
said Collins.
Soldier Malone's remains
were brought home to
his native Dublin for
burial, and a contingent
of British soldiers,
wearing civilian clothes,
attended their removal
to the Church of the
Assumption in Ballyfermot.
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