The following article about Fr Doyle appeared on The Journal on Sunday. The Journal is an Irish online “newspaper”. It tends to be somewhat “left of centre” politically. The fairly positive comments about Fr Doyle from the readers are interesting – almost invariably comments on The Journal tend to be somewhat hostile to religion and anything connected with it. Fr Doyle’s humanity and heroism have a way of reaching people and inspiring those who are otherwise indifferent (or even cold) about the Catholic Church.
Collins Barracks in Dublin is currently running an exhibit about the Battle of Messiness Ridge, featuring some items owned by Fr Doyle. These items include part of his military uniform (which has been cut up over the years to provide relics), his military gloves (the right index finger also looks like it was cut to provide relics), a copy of the letter from General Hickie to Hugh Doyle testifying to Fr Doyle’s bravery and courage, one of his stoles and his military medals. Some photos below.
Today we have a small excerpt from one of Fr Doyle’s letters which describes his preparations for the Battle of Messines. It was a truly devastating engagement. We shall read Fr Doyle’s description of the events tomorrow, though in preparation you may be interested in reading a description of the attack here:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Messines
For today, we will focus on Fr Doyle’s spiritual preparations. Here is Fr Doyle’s description of this night in 1917, which also happened to be the night before the feast of Corpus Christi:
On Wednesday night, June 6th we moved off, so as to be in position for the attack at 3.10 a.m. on Thursday morning, the Feast of Corpus Christ! I got to the little temporary chapel at the rear of our trenches soon after twelve, and tried to get a few moments’ sleep before beginning Mass at one, a hopeless task, you may imagine, as the guns had gone raging mad. I could not help thinking would this be my last Mass, though I really never had any doubt the good God would continue to protect me in the future as He had done in the past, and I was quite content to leave myself in His hands, since He knows what is best for us all.
Alfred O’Rahilly describes the rest of the preparation in these words:
It was 11.50 when Fr. Browne and Fr. Doyle reached the little sandbag chapel which they had used when holding the line. There they lay down for an hour’s rest on two stretchers borrowed from the huge pile waiting nearby for the morrow’s bloody work. Leaving their servant lying fast asleep through sheer exhaustion, the two chaplains got up at 1 a.m. and prepared the altar. Fr. Doyle said Mass first and was served by Fr Browne, who, not having yet made his Last Vows, renewed his Vows at the Mass, as he always did at home on Corpus Christi. It was surely a weird and solemn Renovation. While Fr. Browne unvested after his own Mass and packed up the things, Fr. Doyle and his servant (now awake) prepared breakfast. At 2.30 the two chaplains put on their battle kit and made for their respective aid posts. Up near the front line, along the hedgerows, the battalions of the 48th Brigade were massed in support position. Their task was not to attack, but to follow up and consolidate and, should need arise, to help the leading brigades. “As I walked up to my post at the advanced dressing station,” says Fr. Doyle, “I prayed for that peace of a perfect trust which seems to be so pleasing to our Lord.”