. The story of the Munsters at Etreux, Festubert, Rue du Bois and Hulloch . s troopscrushed and broke them and forcedthose who were left to surrender. So the bitterest hour of all was thelast. • ••••• It is told that the German ofHcerssaid that men had never fought morebravely ; it is also said that they sentback to their headquarters for a chap-lain to bury the Irish dead. Major Charrier and eight officers of i6 STORY OF THE MUNSTERS the Munsters were buried near thetrench where the men were laid to rest,under the shadow of the trees wherethey had fought their great fight. Butthough we call t
. The story of the Munsters at Etreux, Festubert, Rue du Bois and Hulloch . s troopscrushed and broke them and forcedthose who were left to surrender. So the bitterest hour of all was thelast. • ••••• It is told that the German ofHcerssaid that men had never fought morebravely ; it is also said that they sentback to their headquarters for a chap-lain to bury the Irish dead. Major Charrier and eight officers of i6 STORY OF THE MUNSTERS the Munsters were buried near thetrench where the men were laid to rest,under the shadow of the trees wherethey had fought their great fight. Butthough we call them dead, we knowthat the spirit that is strong and cheer-ful, and that has added to the page of anations history, outlives all so-calleduntimely endings. The finished work,the completed undertaking, is not formany in the story of this great war,and it is not a little thing but a finedeed, to have left a record that bettersthe honourable traditions of the RoyalMunster Fusiliers. Dying ye shall die greatly with aglory that shall surpass the glories ofthe Drawn by Phthp Dadd.] The Munsters at FestubertDecember 22nd, 1914 [To tace p. 17. THE MUNSTERS ATFESTUBERT December 22nd^ ^9^\- Your ashes oer the flats of France are scattered,But hold a fire more hot than flesh of stainless flag that flutters frayed and tattered,Shall wave and wave like springs die, but in your death life grows intenser,You shall not know the shame of growing endless joy you wave the holy censer, And blow a trumpet though your lips arecold. To Our Dead. By Edmund Gosse. On the evening of the 20th December, 1914, the 2nd Battalion Royal Munstcr Fusiliers, commanded by Colonel A. M. Bent, were billeted in the outskirts of Bailleul. They were scattered about in the farm houses and barns, in thec 17 18 STORY OF THE MUNSTERS narrow, yellow-plastered chateaus, thatlet in all the draughts from all thecorners of the country, and in the littlevilla houses on the t
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