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       Tom Kettle, Mary Sheehy Kettle

      The Ways of War

      e-artnow, 2021

       Contact: [email protected]

      EAN: 4064066389123

       Prefatory Note

       Memoir

       Why Ireland Fought

       I. Prelude

       II. The Bullying of Serbia

       III. The Crime Against Belgium

       Under the Heel of the Hun

       I. A World Adrift

       II. “Europe against the Barbarians”

       III. Termonde

       IV. Malines

       V. In Ostend

       Treating Belgium Decently

       Belgium in Peace. Work of Three Generations—Comparisons with Ireland—Some Memories

       “G.H.Q.”

       “Zur Erinnerung”. A Letter to an Austrian Fellow-student

       Silhouettes from the Front

       I. The Way to the Trenches

       II. The Long Endurance

       III. Rhapsody on Rats

       The New France

       The Soldier-priests of France

       The Gospel of the Devil

       I. Bismarck

       II. Nietzsche

       III. Treitschke and the Professors

       Trade or Honour?

      PREFATORY NOTE

       Table of Contents

      Perhaps the order of the chapters in the present book requires a word of explanation. They have a natural sequence as the confessions of an Irish man of letters as to why he felt called upon to offer up his life in the war for the freedom of the world. Kettle was one of the most brilliant figures both in the Young Ireland and Young Europe of his time. The opening chapters reveal him as a Nationalist concerned about the liberty not only of Ireland—though he never for a moment forgot that—but of every nation, small and great. He hoped to make these chapters part of a separate book, expounding the Irish attitude to the war; but unfortunately, as one must think, the War Office would not permit an Irish Officer to put his name to a work of the kind. After the chapters describing the inevitable sympathy of an Irishman with Serbia and Belgium—little nations attacked by two Imperial bullies—comes an account of the tragic scenes Kettle himself witnessed in Belgium, where he served as a war-correspondent in the early days of the war. “Silhouettes from the Front,” which follow, describe what he saw and felt later on, when, having taken a commission in the Dublin Fusiliers, he accompanied his regiment to France in time to take part in the Battle of the Somme. Then some chapters containing hints of that passion for France which was one of the great passions of his life. One of these, entitled “The New France,” was written before the war had made the world realise that France is still the triumphant flag-bearer of European civilisation. Then, in “The Gospel of the Devil,” we have an examination of the armed philosophies that have laid so much of France and the rest of Europe desolate. The book closes with “Trade or Honour?”—an appeal to the Allies to preserve high and disinterested motives in ending the war as in beginning it, and to turn a deaf ear to those political hucksters to whom gain means more than freedom. Thus “The Ways of War” is a book, not only of patriotism, but of international idealism. Above all, it is a passionate human document—the “apologia pro vita sua” of a soldier who died for freedom.

      L.

      Many of the chapters in this book have already appeared in various newspapers and magazines, to the editors and proprietors of which thanks are due for permission to reprint them here. The sources of the chapters referred to are as follows—

“Under the Heel of the Hun” } Daily News.
“Zur Erinnerung”
“The Way to the Trenches”
“G.H.Q.”
“Belgium in Time of Peace“: Freeman’s Journal.
“The New France”: Irish Ecclesiastical Record.
“The Soldier-Priests of France“: The Hibernian Journal.
“The Gospel of the Devil”: T. P.’s War Journal.

      MEMOIR

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      My husband in his last letter to his brother, written on the 8th of September, 1916, on the battlefield, expressed the wish that I should write a memoir of him as a preface to his war book. It is only at his express instance that I would have undertaken the writing of such a memoir, as there are many obvious reasons—notably two—why I am unfitted for that high duty. I have not the literary gifts of many of his distinguished friends, who in writing of him would have exercised their powers of sympathetic understanding and appreciation to the uttermost. But the personal relationship is an even