|STORY OF AN R.D.F. DRUMMER.|
Killed in the Dardanelles.
Efforts To Meet His Father At The Front.
|News of the death of Drummer Rodney Ahern, of the Royal Dublin
Fusiliers, at the Dardanelles, has been heard with much regret by many people in the Newbridge and Naas
districts. Drummer Ahern, who was twenty years of age, was wounded in action in June, and was removed
to hispital at Port Said. On recovering, he was again sent into the fighting line. He was again wounded, and
his mother, who lives at Newbridge, has been informed of his death. At the outbreak of the war, Ahern's
father rejoined his old regiment, the Royal Dublin Fusiliers, and was afterwards sent to the Dardanelles.
Father and son never met, and in his letters to his mother, young Ahern expresses his hope that he will
meet his father. Continuing on June 25th from the hospital in Port Said, he says : I have escaped
very lucky, as I think I am one of the last of the old 1st Battalion to leave the trenches. It has been terrible
the cutting up that battalion has got. I think it is very nearly time that they gave us a rest. There is no rest or
playing football same as there is on the other side. I should like to know if my father is on his way out, as I
have not heard from him.
In a further letter to his mother from the Dardanelles he says :I am very sorry that I missed my father at Alexandria Docks onthe night that I lewft Alexandria to rejoin my unit. My father went up to the Divisional Base to see me. I did not know that the regiment (Dublins) was there at the time, or I should have gone down that morning and seen him. I believe they are here now, but have not heard from him or seen him. I can't go myself and inquire for him at present, as we are ion the trenches, but I would wish to see him, and I hope it will be soon. Most probably he shall come up to me some day, as we can't leave the trenches. I wish we were relieved, and we would not be long finding him. No matter, I hope we will have some luck, and meet soon.
In a letter dated 4th August he says :I have not seen my father since he came to the front. He and they are supposed to be here nearly two weeks, but they might have gone to a different place altogether, some seven miles from where we are. I have sent a couple of postcards to my father, and let us hope he is safe; but no one is safe, no matter where you go.
Drummer Ahern was killed before he succeeded in meeting with his father.
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