Remembering Percy on Armistice DayNov 11th, 2008 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Ireland
James Percy Horner was born in Ballybrack in 1896, the eldest of the five children of William and Josephine Horner of Ballybrack. His father was 28 when he was born, his mother 32. A member of the Church of Ireland parish, he would have attended Killiney National School on the Killiney Hill Road, where his friends would have included David Goodwin, another Ballybrack boy.
James Percy Horner was known as Percy. By the age of 14 he was an apprentice carpenter, a trade that ran in the family. The Horner home was The Cottage, Shanganagh Terrace, a good single storey building in a beautiful part of south Co. Dublin. Percy lived within a few minutes walk of Killiney beach, where there was also Killiney and Ballybrack railway station with its regular trains into the city. It was a fine place for any boy to grow up.
Percy attended Saint Matthias’ Church, sitting in the back row of the gallery one space in from the end of the pew. Perhaps his parents sat together in the pew in front of him, leaving a boy, bored by the staid Church of Ireland services, to make his mark upon the woodwork, presumably with the point of a pen knife.
The outbreak of war in 1914 changed many things, but it did not need to change Percy’s life. There was no conscription in Ireland and no compulsion for Percy to leave his carpentry and the beauty of Killiney Bay and Hill for the hell of the Western Front.
Who knows what goes on in the head of teenage boys? Perhaps Percy and David Goodwin were influenced by David’s older brother, Michael, who was three years older, but they travelled to Ulster to enlist with the Inniskilling Fusiliers instead of enlisting with a regiment in Dublin. Maybe there was religious or political motivation in going to be part of Lord Carson’s 36th (Ulster) Division, maybe not. Whether it was through Protestant or Unionist inclinations, or through personal whim or family connections, their journey north meant that the details of their enlistment were available at the Ulster Tower at Thiepval in France on a visit in 2003.
Training at Clandeboye in Co Down and then at training camps in Sussex, Percy’s battalion travelled to France in 1916 in preparation for the Big Push. At 7.30 on a bright summer’s morning, Percy and his friends, from the most beautiful corner of the whole of Ireland, went ‘over the top’; they did not even need to be there. It was their first and their last day of combat.
David and Michael Goodwin have graves in the tranquil Mill Road cemetery at Thiepval; visit it now and there is no sense in those rolling hills and wooded valleys of the hell there once had been. Percy has no grave; his body was never found. His name is amongst the seventy thousand whose names are recorded on the arch at Thiepval, each without a grave.
Did Percy think of walking on Killiney beach as he stood there on that 1st July morning? Did he remember the trains steaming northwards to the city and southwards to Bray? Did he look at the scarred landscape around him and think of the view from his garden to Great Sugar Loaf Mountain? Did he think of walking up the hill to school, or down Church Road on a Sunday as his platoon moved along the trenches?
We remembered Percy on Sunday, I remembered him at 11 o’clock this morning; it’s only in seeing the individuals that you can see everyone.