All the night the frogs go chuckle, all the day the birds are singing In the pond beside the meadow, by the roadway poplar-lined, In the field between the trenches are a million blossoms springing ‘Twixt the grass of silver bayonets where the lines of battle wind Where man has manned the trenches for the maiming of his kind.
Patrick MacGill Quotes
To the soldier, luck is merely another word for skill.
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| Birth: | 24th December, 1889 |
| Death: | November, 1963 |
| Nationality: | Irish |
| Profession: | Journalist, Novelist, Poet |
About
MacGill was born in Glenties, County Donegal. A statue in his honour is on the bridge where the main street crosses the river in Glenties. During the First World War, MacGill served with the London Irish Rifles and was wounded at the Battle of Loos on 28 October 1915. He was recruited into Military Intelligence, and wrote for MI 7b between 1916 and the Armistice in 1918. - See "MI 7b - the discovery of a lost archive of propaganda from the Great War". MacGill wrote a memoir-type novel called "Children of the Dead End". He had three children, Christine, Patricia and Sheila MacGill.
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