granting of Home Rule; but
now, speaking honestly and calmly, after having witnessed what I
did--the unparalleled heroism of these Irishmen--I say nothing
is too good to give the country of which they are, or rather
were, such worthy representatives.

"My God, it was grand! It filled one with admiration and envy;
because certainly no soldiers could show greater daring and
bravery than these fine boys did in face of an awful fire and
destruction. Aye, the race that can produce such men, supermen,
as those chaps were, to do such glorious work for the Empire has
the most perfect right to demand and, what is more, to get the
freedom of its country and the right to rule it. Yes, it is but
the merest truth to state that there would be no Dardanelles
campaign heard of to-day if it had not been for the
extraordinary services of these Irish troops, white men every
one, and I have no doubt but that God has taken them to
Himself."

The Scottish soldier then goes on to bear remarkable testimony to the
deep religious fervour of the Irish troops:--

"Oh, but they deserve a rich reward! What surprises me is that
the papers have not been full of their praises. I would have
expected that it would have been made widely known that the
Irish boys had at least saved the situation and displayed a
bravery the like of which was never equalled. It is a shame and
a scandal, because I can tell you there is not a man in the
Service who is aware of the great gallantry but who would
willingly do anything now for the Irish people--yes, the Irish
Catholics. I have no religion, but it was most charming and
edifying to see these fine chaps with their beads and the way in
which they prayed to God. We are all brothers, but to my dying
day I bow to the Irish."

Many an Irish home was made desolate. Ireland mourned for her young
men; but there is an uplifting sorrow, the sorrow that is mingled with
pride, and of that kind was the sorrow of Ireland.

CHAPTER VI

THE 10TH IRISH DIVISION IN GALLIPOLI

LANDING AT SUVLA BAY, AND CAPTURE OF CHOCOLATE HILL

At the dawn of Saturday morning, August 7th, 1915, the AEgean Sea and
the Gulf of Saros, to the north-west of Gallipoli, were swarming with
the most variegated collection of shipping, of all sorts and
conditions--transports, cruisers, torpedo-boat destroyers, trawlers,
barges, ocea