APRIL 1915


David Childs

April was dominated by the landings at Gallipoli on 25 April. The English struggled to get ashore at Helles on the toe of this long peninsular in fighting so fierce that the Lancashire Regiment won five VCs before breakfast and the Royal Navy the same number by teatime. The Australians and New Zealanders stormed ashore beneath cliffs on what was to become known as ANZAC Bay. Little progress inland was made and the allies spent nine months just clinging to their beach head.



Remembering Gallipoli
Four Tisbury men lost their lives at Gallipoli, two on the same day. Their story will form part of a talk on Gallipoli to the History Society in Hinton Hall at 7.30 pm on Tuesday 14 April. The speaker, David Childs, has taken battlefield tours to Gallipoli and walked the places where these men fell.


The anniversary of the allied landings at Gallipoli, a Concert, beginning at 7 pm, will be held in St John's Church to celebrate St George's Day and commemorate Gallipoli. This will include a number of readings associated with Gallipoli.


At 7.30 pm, the much acclaimed film 'Gallipoli' will be shown in the Victoria Hall. This focuses on the battle during which two Tisbury men lost their lives.

'Heirs to Achilles'
At all the above events David Childs will be signing his book 'Heirs to Achilles',(£10) with proceeds going to the relevant local organisation.


Two days before the Gallipoli landings, Rupert Brooke, part of the Royal Naval Division, died from blood poisoning and was buried on Skyros. With him died the innocent patriotic poetry of those untarnished by the horrific realities of war as represented in his most famous sonnet written in December 1914, after he had been in action in Belgium. By contrast Edward Thomas's epitaph, written in April 1915, shows a poignancy of loss whose sadness centres on its simplicity.

The Soldier
by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

In Memoriam (Easter 1915)
by Edward Thomas

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should,
Have gathered them and will do never again.

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