Lest We Forget: Jack and Sam Mallaghan and the Royal Dublin Fusiliers

I wrote about my novel, Ghost of Gallipoli, in a previous blog. However, given the significance of Sunday, 10th November, I’d like to dedicate this article to all those men of the Royal Dublin Fusiliers, including my great-uncles, who died during the Gallipoli Campaign, in 1915.

A Chance Discovery?

Gallipoli, in Turkey, and the military campaign that took place there in 1915, has, over time, become synonymous with Australia and New Zealand. So much so that it is commemorated in these countries each year, on the 25th April, ANZAC Day. However, while that date is rightly significant to these nations, marking as it did the birth of a new national consciousness, the Gallipoli landings involved not just ANZAC troops, but soldiers from across the world.

The Gallipoli Campaign does not figure highly in the United Kingdom’s national consciousness, but its forces suffered hugely there. Casualty figures still vary wildly but there were almost twice as many British casualties as all other Allied troops together. Recently recognized is the role of Irish soldiers, although that has not always been the case: their contribution was written out of the new Irish Republic’s history. In 1914, over eighty thousand Irish men enlisted, over half from the ‘South’. The Royal Dublin Fusiliers and the Royal Munster Fusiliers were amongst the first troops to land on the Gallipoli peninsula, at Helles, on 25th April, 1915, suffering six hundred casualties in the first thirty-six hours.

I remained largely ignorant of these facts until the late 1990s when I became a temporary resident in Istanbul. Within a short space of time it became obvious that a bolt-hole was required … Istanbul is a very frenetic city … and thus my husband and I embarked on our first trip to Gallipoli. I knew little about the peninsula, other than the fact that my mother’s uncles … like me, from Northern Ireland … had apparently died there. With only a vague idea of the men’s names I knew nothing of their history, or their place in my family’s story. Neither World War One, nor the Gallipoli Campaign, had ever been of particular interest to me.

Following a long, tiresome drive, we finally arrived at our accommodation, a pension owned by Erol, a former employee of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission. With time to spare before dinner my husband and I decided on a stroll. The pension was situated on the edge of the village of Sedulbahir, on the tip of the Gallipoli peninsula, a stone’s throw from the Aegean Sea. We headed for the beach, and, just as dusk descended, we spotted a cemetery in the far corner of the bay, and curious, we decided to investigate.

Many years later, it remains difficult to describe what happened next, or to explain it. A plaque by the entrance informed us we were in V Beach Cemetery but provided only a skeleton outline of the grim events that had unfolded in the bay. However, it was clear was the cemetery contained the bodies of many British and Irish soldiers. Almost immediately we found ourselves standing before two memorial headstones, both inscribed with the name Mallaghan. John and Samuel, Privates in The Royal Dublin Fusiliers: aged just nineteen and twenty-one. The memorial stones told us that they had both died in this bay, in April, 1915 … one on the 25th April, 1915, the day of the infamous V Beach Landing, and the other, five days later, on the 30th April.

Picture 1. Sam and John’s Memorial Headstones at V Beach

 Mallaghan is my mother’s maiden name, and I knew she had two brothers, Samuel and John, named after their dead uncles. There could be little doubt that these were the graves of the latter. I was the first family member ever to stand there … the young men’s graves had been unvisited and unrecognized for over eighty years.

Only later did I realize the true significance of our discovery: the thirty-one Commonwealth War Graves Commission Cemeteries scattered across the Gallipoli peninsula contain the bodies of twenty-two thousand men, of which only nine thousand have been identified. And, on my very first visit to Gallipoli I’d walked directly to the memorial headstones of my two great-uncles. A chance discovery … a random coincidence? Judge for yourself … I like to think not. One thing was certain, however. Knowing what I now did, I would resurrect the memory of my great-uncles and return them to their rightful place in family history.

 The Search Begins

On returning to the pension, we discovered that Erol possessed a collection of Commonwealth War Graves Commission record books. And, on searching through these we were able to locate John and Samuel, and to discover where they had lived in my hometown, and their address there. The church I’d attended was located nearby: the Mallaghan family graves, including those of John and Samuel’s mother and father, lie just beyond the church door.

Once back in Istanbul, and the British Council Library, I was able to build up a picture of my great-uncles movements, from enlisting in Newry, to their journey to Gallipoli with the 1st Battalion of The Royal Dublin Fusiliers via the Greek island of Lemnos, thence to their sad demise at V Beach and the likely manner of their death.

Visits home to Northern Ireland proved useful too. Various relatives dug out old family photographs and documents, while the local museum provided further historical data. And as the years went on, and the internet developed, copious war and census records became available, filling in the many gaps in John and Samuel’s … and my … family history. More and more internet sites about Gallipoli appeared. There is a plethora of useful information now available, including many relevant Facebook pages. And of course, the Commonwealth War Graves Commission site contains all the records of men who died at Gallipoli and who are buried or commemorated in their various cemeteries, or whose names are inscribed on the Helles Memorial.

It was only recently that I learnt that the families of dead soldiers were expected to finance the engraving of their loved ones’ names on memorial tablets. This, for many poorer families, would have amounted to a significant sum.

Photograph 2. A Letter to Jack’s Parents From The Imperial War Graves Commission, Requesting 3/9p For Engraving His Memorial Tablet

The Story of V Beach and The Royal Dublin Fusiliers

Having sailed from Lemnos, the 1st Battalion Royal Dublin Fusiliers, which included my great-uncles, landed at V Beach off a converted steam collier, the SS River Clyde. Accompanying the Dubs were the Munster Fusiliers and the Royal Hampshire Regiment. The sides had been cut out of the Clyde … she would be beached and the two thousand men inside would run down wooden gangways onto pontoons, dragged near the shore alongside the ship. From these the men would jump onto the beach and advance inland to fight the Turks, under cover of friendly machine gun fire. But things did not go to plan. The German commander advising the Turks, General Von Sanders, understood the strategic importance of Cape Helles and had seen to it that it was heavily defended with barbed wire under the water. Along the ridge he placed more wire and machine-gun placements. The men on the Clyde, unaware of these developments, did not stand a chance. As the Clyde beached eighty yards off shore, Turkish soldiers, defending their country from the infidel, opened up with machine guns. As they attempted to get to shore under heavy fire, men who somehow escaped the hail of bullets sank owing to the weight of their equipment and were drowned.  Dead and wounded lay at the water’s edge, now stained crimson with their blood, while their comrades were forced to climb over their bodies. V Beach became a scene of utter carnage.

Despite three attempts by the Munsters and The Hampshire Regiment to get ashore, the operation was a disastrous failure. The surviving soldiers waited until nightfall before trying again, and this time, under cover of darkness, they were successful. The valiant efforts of sailors to maintain the bridge from the ship to the beach, and to recover the wounded, were later rewarded with six Victoria Crosses.

The Dubs

Of the one thousand, one hundred Royal Dublin Fusiliers who had sailed to Helles, incredibly only eleven survived the Gallipoli Landings. Sadly, my great-uncles were not amongst them. In 1914, over 80,000 Irish men enlisted in the British army, over half from the ‘South’. The Royal Dublin Fusiliers and the Royal Munster Fusiliers were among the first to land at Helles, Gallipoli, on 25th April, 1915, suffering 637 casualties in the first thirty-six hours. Those killed included soldiers of the 1st Battalion, Royal Dublin Fusiliers, twenty-four of whom were from the ‘North’; five from the town of Newry. Jack and Samuel aside, the other Newry men killed are named in records as Thomas Lundy, Stephen McGuigan, and John Murphy. Records show that Samuel Mallaghan was one of the first soldiers to die on that terrible day, 25th April … now Anzac Day … perhaps cut down by enemy fire during the infamous River Clyde disembarkation. Two men who may also have been brothers died alongside Samuel: Samuel and John Smyth, from Glendermott, Londonderry, also commemorated at V Beach Cemetery.


Photograph 3. Jack Mallaghan’s Few Possessions, Returned To His Parents Following His Death At V Beach


It is now generally believed that such deaths were caused by the incompetence of commanding officers: Winston Churchill, then First Lord of the Admiralty, lost both his high office and his political reputation following the campaign, led astray by his 'amateur strategy' and over-ruling the advice of naval and military experts. But the terrible defeat at Gallipoli impacted strongly on the troops of the British Empire, leading to a demand for independent states, free from British rule. Gallipoli thus became a key event in the decline of the British Empire and the birth of a new world order. The Campaign is therefore significant, not just to the many Australians and New Zealanders who fought there so bravely, but to millions around the world. The ghosts of Gallipoli are not just Anzacs but the ghosts of many nations … and they are the ghosts of young men from the North and South of Ireland.


To discover more go to my website at: http://margaretwhittock.weebly.com

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Tags: DUBLIN, FUSILIERS, GALLIPOLI, History of Ireland, Military History, ONE, ROYAL, WAR, WORLD

Comment by Gerry Regan on November 8, 2013 at 3:28pm

Fascinating, poignant story, Margaret. Reminds me of a time when my Dad and I were walking to a ceremony at a gravesite in New York City's First Calvary Cemetery, where dozens were gathering for the unveiling of a tombstone at the grave of an Irish Brigade soldier who was slain during America's Civil War. En route I happened to look down and notice the name from one of the hundreds of thousands of gravestones in the cemetery. It read John J. and Matilda E. Regan. This was, I quickly realized, the grave of my father's uncle, a police officer for the City of New York, and his wife, Tilly, whom, family lore goes, no one in the family liked much. John reputedly took his own life in 1917 at age 40 or thereabouts, with his service revolver, in the back of a city saloon. Neither my Dad nor I knew where John's grave was, though we knew his story. It was an uncanny happenstance.

Comment by Margaret Whittock on November 9, 2013 at 5:42am

Gerry, I was fascinated to read your story and to discover you had a similar experience to me. It did feel at the time as if I had been led to the graves of my great uncles in Gallipoli, although I'm sure a cynic could provide me with the odds on such a thing happening. However, the story didn't really end there: as sure as I began to lay the story of my uncles aside something else would happen to bring it back to my consciousness. Once I was in a large bookstore in London and again by chance picked up a book on Gallipoli ... and lo and behold the pages fell open at a photograph of their headstones. On another occasion I was in N Ireland visiting an aunt when she produced a photograph of Jack Mallaghan ... the one I use now on my blogs, website etc. Anyone who's read my novel, Ghost of Gallipoli, will know that a photograph of Jack Callaghan, the ghostly protagonist (based on my uncle of course) plays a vital part in the story. I'd never seen a photograph of my uncle before but suddenly, here he was. It was like looking at someone I'd always known. These are just a couple of the incidents that kept me writing until the book was finished. I know they might appear somewhat fanciful and there are always ways of explaining such events away. But at the end of the day they helped me to bring two men back to family history, and to a wider audience. And perhaps they're both somewhere else, cheering! Who knows ... ?

Comment by Rónán Gearóid Ó Domhnaill on November 9, 2013 at 2:20pm

Traitors Gate at the entrance of St Stephens Green honours this particular regiment which bravely fought fellow Dubliners on the streets of Dublin Easter 1916.

Comment by Ryan O'Rourke on November 10, 2013 at 2:39pm

Very interesting.  Thanks for this piece, Margaret.

Comment by DJ Kelly on November 11, 2013 at 8:08am

Thank you for sharing this fascinating and beautifully written piece, Margaret. The account of how you found the graves and were moved to write the book is spooky and yet heart warming. I look forward to buying your book when it comes out in paperback. I love a good book based on well researched history. Ronan, I see you write about Irish myths.

Comment by Margaret Whittock on November 11, 2013 at 8:32am

Thank you Ryan and Denise, for your much appreciated comments. Unearthing my great uncles' story meant a lot to me; as did uncovering their brief role in the Gallipoli Landings, where so many young Irish lives were sadly wasted. For this reason I felt strongly that I had to write them back into history. Such young men came from a different era, they were largely poor and uneducated. Regardless of what WE may now believe, THEY believed that what they did was the right thing. They did not deserve to be slaughtered at V Beach. Nor do they deserve to be written out of history because of current political thinking. 

Comment by Rónán Gearóid Ó Domhnaill on November 11, 2013 at 11:23am

The Irish and other colonials were used as cannonfodder by the British at Galipoli.Does America honour regiments comprised of Americans who fought against its own people?.France has yet to honour its citizens who fought for Germany in WW2. Maybe Britain will honour the Legion of St. George? The Dublin Fusiliers has no qualms about firing on fellow Dubliners. Their activities at Easter Week are often overlooked in favour of other campaigns they fought. 

Comment by DJ Kelly on November 12, 2013 at 2:20am

There is some truth in what you say about Gallipoli, Ronan. However I believe that all the war dead and those who survived deserve to be honoured. I was saddened to be told by German friends that they prefer to forget their war dead. I'm so proud that my forebears were prepared to fight to the death to stop 2 German invasions of Britain and Ireland. I'm glad that I speak German by choice, not by force. On another thread here, you say that to wear the poppy is to honour the Black & Tans. Well, 25% of those Tans were Irish and a further 5% were of Irish descent, and every single Tan had fought in the war. I know this to be a fact as I have spent 2 years researching their records. If you are interested in learning more about the RIC's Temporary Constables and their Auxiliaries (Temporary Cadets and 'intelligence men') and indeed about how the ANZACs and the Dinkums of Gallipoli were treated in Rouen military prison, you might enjoy reading my book: 'Running with Crows - The Life and Death of a Black and Tan' by DJ Kelly. I pull no punches in revealing the true story of one of the Irish Tans.

War brutalises all of us. No-one should glorify it, but we should honour those who chose to die protecting us. And yes, America has Veterans' Day, and it does honour the guards who have on occasions turned out against its own people to quelling insurgence by students, socialists, the impoverished and those oppressed for the colour of their skin.

Comment by Margaret Whittock on November 12, 2013 at 4:06am

Similarly to above, anyone who has read Ghost of Gallipoli, or any of my other writing (including my blog here) will clearly recognise that I do not seek to vindicate or glorify war: totally, totally the opposite. However, I reiterate that I remember my great uncles, and all the other young men who died, because THEY believed that they were doing an honourable thing. And at the end of the day, the utter contempt for the way in which men were treated ... both during and after the war ... fed into the demise of the British Empire. It was not just Irish men who were treated as 'cannon fodder' at Gallipoli. Yes, thousands of men from the other colonies died there too, as the commentator above states, but so did thousands of their English, Scottish and Welsh comrades. Indeed, despite popular belief, the Allies lost many more men than the Anzacs in the slaughter at Gallipoli. 

It is also the case that the Irish government has honoured the Dubs: on 27 April 2001, it acknowledged the role of the soldiers of the Royal Dublin Fusiliers who fought in the First World War by hosting a State Reception at Dublin Castle for the Royal Dublin Fusiliers Association. 

I will continue to remember my relatives for what they did, how they died, and how their family was treated after the war ... despite having four sons in the army, two of whom did not come back. I do not intend to argue any further on this matter as I refuse to descend into the realms of unnecessary political point scoring for the sake of it. So, final word. 

Comment by Rónán Gearóid Ó Domhnaill on November 12, 2013 at 2:50pm

@ D J Kelly- I don't we would be speaking German now if the Germans had invaded us. Irish people were forced to learn Irish and nearly  a hundred years later still refuse to speak it.

An interesting point about the Black and Tans and some of them being Irish. I am not sure if we needed protecting in the world wars. Why would Irish peopel want to kill someone with who they have no quarell unless they are looking for adventure? There was just as much a threat of invasion from the Allies as there was from the Germans.


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