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The Red Horizon by Patrick MacGill

Chapter 1 THE ANCHOR PRESS, LTD., TIPTREE, ESSEX.

TO

THE LONDON IRISH

TO THE SPIRIT OF THOSE WHO FIGHT AND TO

THE MEMORY OF THOSE WHO HAVE PASSED AWAY

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED

FOREWORD

To Patrick MacGill,

Rifleman No. 3008, London Irish.

Dear Patrick MacGill,

There is open in France a wonderful exhibition of the work of the many gallant artists who have been serving in the French trenches through the long months of the War.

There is not a young writer, painter, or sculptor of French blood, who is not risking his life for his country. Can we make the same proud boast?

When I recruited you into the London Irish-one of those splendid regiments that London has sent to Sir John French, himself an Irishman-it was with gratitude and pride.

You had much to give us. The rare experiences of your boyhood, your talents, your brilliant hopes for the future. Upon all these the Western hills and loughs of your native Donegal seemed to have a prior claim. But you gave them to London and to our London Territorials. It was an example and a symbol.

The London Irish will be proud of their young artist in words, and he will for ever be proud of the London Irish Regiment, its deeds and valour, to which he has dedicated such great gifts. May God preserve you.

Yours sincerely,

Esher.

President County of London

Callander. Territorial Association.

16th September, 1915.

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