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[2002]
Lyrics & Music by Richard Laird, Sam Starrett and Tracey McRory
Album: Boys Of The Island
johncondon

This song - from the album "Boys Of The Island" - is about John Condon, the youngest Irish soldier to be killed in the Great War 1914-18. He was a number of days short of his fourteenth birthday.. The song stuck me to the ground on hearing it.

John Condon (5 October 1896 - 24 May 1915) was an Irish soldier long believed to have been the youngest Allied soldier killed during the First World War, at the age of 14 years, as shown on his gravestone.
It is now believed from a birth certificate, census, war diaries and other records that John Condon would have been 18 years old at the recorded date of his death and that the wrong individual is named on the grave. At the present time, the headstone in Poelkapelle Cemetery and the CWGC record continue to assert the challenged data.
It is asserted and documented that
The body in the unmarked grave was misidentified as Condon based on an ambiguous boot stamping 6322 4/R.I.R.found at exhumation.
The stamp was interpreted by the Imperial War Graves Commission as being Regimental Number 6322 of the 4th Battalion Royal Irish Regiment.
Condon was not in the 4th but the 3rd battalion
The same stamping could denote 6322 Rifleman Patrick Fitzsimmons, 2nd Bn. Royal Irish Rifles, KIA 16 June 1915, who previously was in the 4th battalion Royal Irish Rifles.
While the 2nd R. I. Rifles fought at the location of the exhumation, the 3rd R. I. Regiment did not.
No body was ever identified as 6322 Rifleman Patrick Fitzsimmons. He is listed on the Menin Gate memorial.
Just a day, another day
Beneath the Belgian sun,
Past grave on grave,
Row on row,
Until I see the name John Condon

Carved in stone, with harp and crown,
Little crosses in the ground,
And standing there,
My silent prayer
Is for a boy who died a soldier.

Wee lad who'll not grow old,
Heroes that don't come home,
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy...

Just a recruit,
In soldiers boots,
From Ireland's shores to here,
This living Hell,
This Poelkappele,
Where young men fell, like you, John Condon.

And all around,
The harp and crown,
The crosses in the ground
Stand up in proof,
The bitter truth,
The waste of youth
That lies forgotten!

Wee lad who'll not grow old,
Heroes that don't come home,
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy...

Now tell me, John,
Before I go on,
What did you come here for,
With Ireland's bold,
Your life untold,
14 years old,
To die a soldier?
And all around,
The harp and crown,
The crosses in the ground –
What cause was served?
So undeserved!

Heroes that don't come home,
Sing out for all their souls,
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy.

inviata da giorgio - 18/7/2010 - 12:41



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