This interested me, for personal reason, so I looked it up, it was a youg man not quite fourteen, (said he was eighteen), from Waterford City, he was killed on the fields of Flanders, which is a bit poetic, I think, as Poppy day is approaching.
Casualties do not all die. My father, for example, was slightly injured at the age of two. He was rescued by a German prisoner of war, which really confused him when he was later taught that all Germans were bad.