Day 221 Mile 221: In Memoriam 9th August 1915

Today’s run through Penmaenmawr (the village I live in) is slightly sombre, commemorating the memory of Penmaenmawr Company of the 6th Battalion, Royal Welsh Fusiliers. This company, and nearly all who served in it, was destroyed in one day on the beaches of Gallipoli 102 years ago to the day on 9th August 1915.

The BBC article below recounts the history better than I can, but suffice it to say that today’s run starts from the remains of the house of Lt. Col Charles Henry Darbishire and makes its way to the war memorial. After all the lighthearted history of late, this bit of local memory leaves one with a sense of shock and odd loneliness, as a solitary runner marking out the route. It somehow seems important to share this bit of history, having mined a rich seam of fun stuff, it therefore is only right to remember the sacrifice that these brave men, their friends, families and countless others like them around the world made.

WW1: The rise and fall of the Penmaenmawr Quarry Boys – BBC News

By Neil Prior BBC News

Fusiliers Image copyright Penmaenmawr Historical Society
Image caption F Group of the 6th Battalion prior to final training before sailing to Alexandria and Gallipoli

They grew up together, worked together, and in a single day at Gallipoli a century ago, many of the quarrymen of Penmaenmawr died together.

The story of the Penmaenmawr Quarry Boys is typical of the north Wales towns and villages who sent their men to fight in WWI.

Inspired by quarry chairman Lt Col Charles Henry Darbishire, the men of the Penmaenmawr & Welsh Granite Company had already been volunteering for their own territorial unit, long before war broke out.

Despite his protests and being in his 70s, Lt Col Darbishire was deemed too old to fight alongside his men.

But with his encouragement, in August 1914 at least 113 of the Quarry Boys rushed to sign up for the Penmaenmawr Company of the 6th Battalion, Royal Welsh Fusiliers.

Almost exactly a year later, many of them would die in action when they landed on the beaches of Turkey’s Suvla Bay.

Swansea University’s Word War One expert Dr Gerry Oram explains that by the time they arrived, the Gallipoli Campaign had already been raging for over three months.

“The Gallipoli Peninsula was key, as whoever controlled it controlled the Dardanelles straights, and the route to supply Russia via the Black Sea,” Dr Oram said.

“But the Allies had vastly underestimated the will of the Ottomans, who were generally regarded as the ‘Sick Men of Europe’.

‘Gunboat diplomacy’

“When old fashioned gunboat diplomacy failed, on 25 April 1915 the Allies adopted another traditional British tactic, an amphibious landing – which did manage to gain a toe-hold on the beaches.

“However, these small gains came at an astronomical cost – even by the standards of the first world war – as Turkish and German machine-guns and artillery controlled the high ground overlooking the landing sites.”

It was into the teeth of this bombardment that the Penmaenmawr Quarry Boys landed on 9 August 1915.

After just one night sheltered near “C” beach, and after a breakfast of tea and hard tack biscuits, the Quarry Boys received orders to advance across a dried-up salt lake to attack Scimitar Hill.

Historian Anne Pedley says that not even in their worst nightmares could they have known what they were about to march into.

“They’d had three weeks at sea, seeing places and things they could only have dreamt about,” she said.

“It must have seemed like an adventure, until they were called into battle and found themselves marching with a full pack across the great salt lake, sinking up to their calves in ooze and being torn apart by machinegun fire from above.

“By that night – in the space of one day – the Penmaenmawr Company simply didn’t exist anymore.”

By the autumn the campaign had faltered into stalemate.

Soldiers Image copyright Penmaenmawr Historical Society
Image caption Three survivors of the Gallipoli campaign pose at a studio in Alexandria 1916

Dr Oram stresses, however, that the terrible hardship did not end there.

“The Ottomans fought tenaciously to prevent the Allies breaking out of the beachhead. Eventually the Allies were also worn down by dysentery and thirst,” he said.

“Then, in November, came a terrible storm. Trenches dug into the sand flooded and collapsed, and the battalion diary records ‘the flood is up to two to four foot deep in front of trenches… with the enemy apparently in a worse position as men’s dead bodies floated down on the flood’.

“After that came a freeze. One newspaper report described how ‘Sentries who had been watching at the loopholes of the trench parapets were found dead at their posts. The bodies were frozen, and their rigid fingers were still clutching their rifles’.

‘Spectacular disaster’

“By December it was obvious that Gallipoli had been a spectacular disaster, and attention turned to what was, ironically, a textbook evacuation.”

The remnants of the Penmaenmawr Quarry boys went on to fight in Palestine, and finished the war in Jerusalem.

But Ms Pedley says the memory of that day in August 1915 continued to cast a long shadow for many years to come.

“Families were dependent on the quarry for not only their living, but also their housing and their sense of identity,” she said.

“The shared trauma for the men who did come home left a divide between those who had experienced Gallipoli and others who couldn’t even imagine what the survivors had been through.”

Today’s earworm is not so much an earworm as just the ‘right’ piece of music for it. Sorry about its clunky visual presentation.

I’m running a mile each day everyday for 2017. If you feel you can sponsor me please do, as all the money raised will go to the Cleft Lip & Palate Association (CLAPA) who provide services all across the UK to support people affected by it.

Distance: 1751.1 meters recorded

(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)

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Ed

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