LT.-COL. V. G. H. RICKARD (_Photograph_) " 38 CAPT. J. CAMPBELL-DICK (_Photograph_) " 40 THE MUNSTERS AT HULLOCH (_Drawn by F. Matania_) " 45 MAJOR J. W. CONSIDINE (_Photograph_) " 49 MAPS TO ILLUSTRATE THE STAND OF THE MUNSTERS AT ETREUX (_Sketch A_) _page_ 57 (_Sketch B_) " 63 OFFICERS OF THE 2ND RL. MUNSTER FUSILIERS, MAY 1915 (_Photograph_) _To face page_ 66 [Illustration: THE MUNSTERS AT ETREUX, AUGUST 27TH, 1914 _Drawn by Christopher Clark._] [_To face p. 1._] THE STAND OF THE MUNSTERS AT ETREUX _August 27th, 1914_ (WHICH TOOK PLACE DURING THE RETREAT FROM MONS) "Then lift the flag of the last crusade, And fill the ranks of the last brigade, March on to the fields where the world's remade And the ancient dreams come true." "A Song of the Irish Armies." By T. M. KETTLE. On the 13th of August, 1914, the 2nd Battalion Royal Munster Fusiliers left Aldershot on their way to an unknown destination "somewhere in France." The Expeditionary Force was reaching forward, as one of the officers wrote, towards "a jolly in Belgium," and he also added, "some of us will not come back." The same joy that was with Garibaldi and his thousand when they went forth to the redemption of a small and gallant race, went, we all know, with the men of the First Division. Each one knew that an hour lay ahead when great issues were to be joined, and the Munsters were proud to feel that the chance was with them to add to the records of their Regimental history. The Battalion embarked at Southampton, and the transport steamed out shortly after noon, arriving at Le Havre at 3 a.m. on the 14th of August. From there they marched to a rest camp on the ridge west of Harfleur, where they remained until the 16th of August, and once more they marched to Havre, where they entrained for the concentration area at Le Nouvion. On Sunday, the 17th, Le Nouvion was crowded with French troops, and the townsfolk, wild with enthusiasm, welcomed the Munsters, and from thence the Regiment marched to Bouey, three miles distant from Etreux. The dawn of the 22nd of August saw the Battalion on the road again, marching towards Mons. All of this is now like the fragment of a dream, and the troops who marched and sang are many of them on the further side of the boundary; but still the memory remains, though the rows and ranks of men are gone, and, like the clerk in the old story, "Come to Oxford and their friends no more." "It's a long way to Tipperary, A long wa-ay to go." * * * * *