An American on the Western Front reviewed by Jane Mattisson Ekstam

An American on the Western Front: The First World War Letters of Arthur Clifford Kimber, 1917–1918

by Patrick Gregory and Elizabeth Nurser

The History Press, 2016

An American on the Western Front is more than the story of one soldier: it also describes how America entered the global stage in 1917. The story of Arthur Clifford Kimber (he signed himself "Cliff") had been told before by his mother, in the small volume The Story of the First Flag (1920), which is based on selected letters. Unlike the earlier story, however, An American on the Western Front places Clifford's letters in their historical context. An American on the Western Front is thus not one but two stories: that of Arthur Clifford Kimber and that of America's involvement in World War One.

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Thanks to Clifford's mother's careful storage and typing of her son's letters (many were also addressed to Clifford's brothers, John and George), the scholarly use of historical sources, Professor Andrew Wiest's short but highly informative introduction, and Elizabeth Nurser's editing skills, An American on the Western Front provides the reader with an unusually rich picture of America's involvement in the last two years of the war. In the words of Andrew Wiest, An American on the Western Front is "an important first step" in filling "the historiographical lacuna of the experience of American soldiers fighting and dying in the trenches of France" (19); it shows that the war was fought by "young men with real lives and dreams" (20). In total, there are 160 letters in the collection; those sent to friends have not survived. Many of the letters are quoted in full in the 35 chapters that make up An American on the Western Front. In one of the earliest letters, Clifford tells his mother that the American army is full of patriotic young men who have "quit their studies" (Clifford was a student at Stanford University in 1917; 56). On his journey to England, he reflects on the dangers of crossing the Atlantic and on the sinking of the Lusitania, a story described to him by a steward who had survived. In France Clifford not only wrote letters but also took photographs. Having observed a confirmation service in the small village of Ligny-en-Barrois, for example, he took an emotive photograph, which is included in An American on the Western Front (126). The innocence of the children (the girls are all dressed in white) is in stark contrast to what is going on around them. Clifford is horrified by the atrocities committed by the Germans and proud of his nation for entering the war. It is in the letter that describes the confirmation service that Clifford begins to reflect on the attractions of being an aviator. He is excited by all that he is learning in the war and particularly impressed by those who wish to become pilots. He says, however, that "I have definitely made up my mind not to consider'"(126) such a step, preferring to drive an ambulance. Nonetheless, he changes his mind, and three chapter later (chapter 15), he describes his very first flight. When in June 1917 he was asked if he would like to be a pilot and agreed to accompany a senior pilot on a 45-minute flight, he became convinced that he would indeed "make an excellent aviator" (158).

Arthur Kimber in Flight Training

As the speed of the airplanes increased and as they became more maneuverable, Clifford realized that it was becoming increasingly dangerous to fly. He describes one accident in which he was involved:

Enclosed is a souvenir. It is a piece from the propeller of the chasse plane I wrecked today, my first smash-up and a mighty good one, take it from me. But I was not hurt, so DON'T WORRY. You may be interested to know what it is like to be in an aeroplane wreck. Got in the plane this afternoon and made three flights with fair landings. These chasse type planes land very fast, 40 to 50 miles per hour and faster, and as I said before are very, very sensitive and quick to respond. In fact sometimes we are too brutal with the controls, as the French moniteurs say. We forget ourselves and handle these highly sensitive machine birds as we handled the lumber wagons we first flew in, planes like the Curtiss, Farmans, and Caudrons; that's what I did today.

I came down pretty fast, a little faster than I thought, like a 'bat out of H.' to use the generally accepted expression over here, and I didn't redress, pull back on the stick, quite soon enough. Result: the plane hit on the wheels and bounced way up in the air; this would have done nothing if I could have kept even, it would have ended in a 'pancake' or three point landing, but I tipped a little to the right. I corrected, but was too brutal, for instead of shoving the stick to the left just a little, I threw it over all the way as I should have done with a C. Up went the right wing; down went the left; and in the twinkling of an eye the left wing hit the ground, crumpled up like paper with a cracking sort of sound and the end strut dug in. The machine hesitated a second and then with a swing and a sudden jerk it reared up on its nose splintering the propeller into bits (only a matter of a couple of hundred dollars or so; thank heaven I don't have to pay a cent; it is on Uncle Sam and you good old taxpayers at home), and burying the revolving motor a foot in the ground (239).

Meuse-Argonne Cemetery, Romagne

On June 15th 1918, Clifford recorded the death of a fellow aviator. An American on the Western Front contains several letters about exploits in the air, Clifford's own and those of others. His final letter bears no trace of suspicion that it might be his last. Recording a move to a new camp, he explains that he must be up early the following morning to report for duty. It was to be his last night. What happened in Clifford's final flight is related in the following chapter, "Final Flight", chapter 33.

An American on the Western Front is a labor of love and a tribute to the USA's efforts in World War One. It is both scholarly and passionate; Patrick Gregory is an historian and son-in-law of Elizabeth Nurser, the daughter of Clifford's brother, George. The family story is a national as well as a personal one and deserves to be read by all who wish to know more about the USA's involvement in the war. The accessibility of the language, the richness of the illustrations (pictures, photographs, and maps), and the additional information in the copious notes and appendix make An American on the Western Front pleasurable as well as instructive reading.

by Jane Mattisson Ekstam
Østfold University College, Norway

Before he joined the Air Service, Arthur Kimber also made a highly symbolic contribution to America's commitment to join the war "to save civilization." In the next three issues of Roads to the Great War, author Patrick Gregory will share the story of how the "First Flag" of America was transported to the battlefields of the Western Front.

A VC for Shooting His Own Men

This one caught my eye and I thought I should share it with our readers:

George Raymond Dallas Moor, VC, MC & Bar (22 October 1896–3 November 1918) was a recipient of the Victoria Cross. 

Born in Australia and educated at Cheltenham College, following the outbreak of the First World War, Moor was commissioned as a second lieutenant on probation in the 3rd Battalion, The Hampshire Regiment, British 29th Division on 29 October 1914. He was 18 years old when the following deed took place for which he was awarded the VC. The citation in the London Gazette, 23 July 1915 reads: 

On 5 June 1915 south of Krithia, Gallipoli, Turkey, when a detachment of the battalion which had lost all its officers was rapidly retiring before a heavy Turkish attack, Second Lieutenant Moor, realizing the danger to the rest of the line, dashed back some 200 yards, stemmed the retirement, led back the men and recaptured the lost trench. This brave act saved a dangerous situation. The action actually took place early on 6 June during the Turkish counter-attack following the Third Battle of Krithia. 

Moor "stemmed the retirement" by shooting four of his own men. In the words of the 29th Division's commander General Henry de Lisle, Moor shot "the leading four men and the remainder came to their senses." Moor was promoted to lieutenant on 30 October 1916. 

He was later awarded the Military Cross (MC) and bar (second award). The citation for his MC read: 

Lt. George Raymond Dallas Moor, V.C., Hamp. R. For conspicuous gallantry and skill. He carried out a daylight reconnaissance all along the divisional front in face of heavy machine-gun fire at close range, in many places well in front of our foremost posts 

At the time of the second award he was ADC to the General Officer Commanding 30th Division, and an acting General Staff Officer, Grade III. The citation in the London Gazette, 29 July 1919 reads: 

On October 20th, 1918, about Pijpestraatthe  [his] vanguard commander was wounded and unable to carry on. Owing to heavy shelling and machine-gun fire, the vanguard came to a standstill. Lieut. Moor, Acting General Staff Officer, who was reconnoitering the front, noticed this ; he immediately took charge, and by his fearless example and skillful leading continued the advance until the objective was reached. He has a positive contempt for danger, and distinguishes himself on every occasion. (M.C. gazetted 2nd December, 1918.) 

Moor was in poor health as a result of his war experiences, and he died of Spanish Influenza at Mouvaux, France, on 3 November 1918. His Victoria Cross is displayed at The Royal Hampshire Regiment Museum & Memorial Garden, Winchester, England. 

Source: (Cited from: http://www.militarian.com/threads/george-raymond-dallas-moor-vc-mc-bar.8224/)

A WWI Inspiration for Patton's Most Famous Quote?

Patton after the War

You've seen the movie: with a massive American flag behind him. A medal-bedecked George Patton, played by George C. Scott, mounts the stage and asks his GI audience (and you) to remember:

No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making some other poor dumb bastard die for his country.

According to the highly informative Quote Investigator (QI) Website, the script for the 1970 film sourced a 1958 work by Lt. General James Gavin, that said Patton had made almost that exact statement in a 1943 pep talk to troops in North Africa. QI, though, points out that the sentiment had been expressed in some forms previously, the closest of which comes from the First World War, in which Patton himself fought. We also know from Patton's own writings that he was an avid reader of all the Great War's literature, including poetry.

In 1917 a collection titled “War Poems” was published with the author name “X." Later “X” was revealed to be the British author and journalist Thomas William Hodgson Crosland. The poem “Dying for Your Country” contained a precursor in its fourth stanza.

So, Johnny, keep your barrel bright,

And go where you are told to go,

And when you meet, by day or night,

Our friend the enemy, lay him low;

And you must neither boast nor quake,

Though big guns roar and whizz-bangs whizz—

Don’t die for your dear country’s sake,

But let the other chap die for his.

Patton's version is certainly more "rough and tumble," and I know of no proof that he ever read Crosland's poem, but he certainly captured the same sentiment.

Patton at Fort Meade Where Met
Dwight Eisenhower

Source:  Quote Investigator

Halifax: A Tragedy with a Unique Dimension

By most measures, the greatest non-nuclear explosion in history occurred in Halifax, Nova Scotia, in December 1917. The approximate casualty estimate was 2,000 killed and 9,000 wounded and blinded. More Nova Scotians died in the Halifax explosion than were killed in World War One. Out of 60,000 inhabitants, 25,000 were left homeless. So many people suffered eye injuries that the science of treating damaged eyes was advanced significantly by the newly established Canadian National Institute for the Blind. Halifax would become known as a center for caring for the blind. That story within a story is one worth recounting.

The Damage at Halifax

“City in danger. Explosion. Conflagration.” The alarm was sent by telegram to areas surrounding Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, on the morning of 6 December 1917. Relief expeditions organised from Nova Scotia, Boston, Toronto, and Montreal did not know the cause of the explosion, nor the extent of the damage. Had the Germans invaded? Was the city destroyed? Reports of casualties varied from 50 to 50 000 persons. 

In the fourth year of the First World War, Halifax was a seaport of 47,000 people, a base from which Canadian troops were sent overseas. Warships gathered in the Halifax Harbor to be refitted and supplied before sailing in convoys to Europe. For this reason, Halifax was a prime target for the Germans, and many believed that they had attacked. However, the explosion was caused by an accidental collision between two vessels.

The Mont Blanc Explodes

At 08:48 hrs a French freighter, the Mont Blanc, collided with the Imo, a Belgian relief ship, as a result of navigational error in the Halifax Harbor. The Mont Blanc carried 3121 tons of picric acid, 200 tons of trinitrotoluene, 35 tons of benzol and 10 tons of gun cotton.  The benzol drums ignited, with flames and smoke rising 2000 feet into the sky. Women and men went to their windows, and children walking to school stopped on the street to watch the blazing fire. After 17 minutes the ship blew up with a force that launched the hull over 1000 feet into the air, destroying everything within a 2.5 km radius and shattering every window in the city. The force of the explosion was estimated at three kilotons.  A great number of the spectators — especially those watching what they thought was another ship fire from behind glass windows in their homes on the hill overlooking the harbor — received shards of glass in their eyes. Thus, an extra tragic dimension was added to the disaster —  its huge number of ophthalmic injuries. 

Finding the injured was the initial challenge.  George H Cox, an eye, ear, nose and throat (EENT) specialist from New Glasgow, a town 100 km away, joined the relief expedition.  Eleven Nova Scotian doctors with nurses and volunteers reached Halifax that evening to find the city in ruins. “We had to make our way along streets and tracks blocked and covered with debris of all sorts. . .every here and there dead men on piles of black stuff. The whole area was darkened by smoke or lit up by flames from the burning debris.”

In the ruins Dr. Cox and his colleagues discovered that an inordinate number of penetrating eye injuries occurred. The severity and the overwhelming number of eye injuries sustained that day made it impossible for lengthy eye‐saving procedures to be performed. Enucleation,  the removal of the eye that leaves the eye muscles and remaining orbital contents intact, was often the only option. Twelve ophthalmologists treated 592 people with eye injuries and performed 249 enucleations. Sixteen people had both eyes enucleated. Most of the eye injuries were caused by shards of shattered glass. 

The Halifax explosion sparked an outpouring of community support for survivors who were blind or partially sighted and served as a catalyst for the formation of one of Canada’s oldest charities, the Canadian National Institute for the Blind

Sources: Mostly excerpted from "The Halifax disaster (1917): eye injuries and their care." British Journal of Ophthamology, June 2007; "Halifax: December 6, 1917" by Andrew Melomet, St. Mihiel Trip-Wire, April 2010 .

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Five Excellent Articles on the AEF

A lot of magazines make the past holdings available online for free. Here are five top-notch articles on the American Expeditionary Force I've come across recently.

Tragedy at Fismette, France, 1918
From: History Net
By Edward G. Lengel
http://www.historynet.com/tragedy-at-fismette-france-1918.htm

The Doughboys Make Good: American Victories at St. Mihiel and Blanc Mont Ridge (pdf issue)
From: Army History
By Mark E. Grotelueschen
http://www.history.army.mil/armyhistory/AH87(W).pdf

The Battle of the Meuse-Argonne, 1918: Harbinger of American Great Power on the European Continent?
From: Foreign Policy Research Institute
Michael Neiberg
http://www.fpri.org/article/2012/05/the-battle-of-the-meuse-argonne-1918-harbinger-of-american-great-power-on-the-european-continent/

The U.S. Military and the Influenza Pandemic of 1918–1919
From: Public Health Reports
Carol R. Byerly, PhD
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2862337/

“Representative of a Victorious People”: The Doughboy Watch on the Rhine (pdf issue)
From: Army History
By Alexander F. Barnes
http://www.history.army.mil/armyhistory/AH77(W).pdf

Feel free to add your recommendations for similar articles in our comments section. Be sure to include the title and url.

By the Way — Let's Not Forget Salonika Either

The Salonika policy. . .was largely vindicated by the extremely practical test of results.

Winston Churchill, The World Crisis

Regular readers might recall that I recently got on my soap box about the Italian Front and the need to keep studying it. I just remembered that I did a similar piece about the Salonika Front a few years ago for our monthly newsletter, the St. Mihiel Trip-Wire.  Here it is.

The Salonika, or Macedonian, Front is mostly neglected today, except by specialists and the British-based Salonika Campaign Society. But consider: almost all the war's combatants sent forces to the theater; three quarters of a million men were deployed along its 170-mile front; even down to the 21st century it remains the greatest focal point of debate between the war's "Easterners" and "Westerners","and in fact,it was the front where the final collapse of the Central Powers began. 

Anglo-French forces began landing at the Greek port of Salonika on 5 October 1915. The troops were sent to provide military assistance to the Serbs, who were threatened by combined German, Austro-Hungarian, and Bulgarian armies. The intervention came too late to save Serbia, and after a brief winter campaign in severe weather conditions on the Serbian frontier, the Anglo-French forces found themselves driven back to a small perimeter around Salonika. At this point the British advised that the troops be withdrawn. 

Greek Memorial at the Battlefield

However, the French, with Russian, Italian, and Serbian backing, still believed something of strategic importance could be gained in the Balkans, and, eventually, the British also bought in to the policy.. After preparing the port of Salonika for defense, the troops moved up-country. During 1916, further Allied contingents of Serbian, Italian, and Russian troops arrived, and offensive operations began. These culminated in the fall of Monastir to Franco-Serbian forces during November. A second offensive during the spring of 1917 made little impression on the Bulgarian defenses. The front line remained more or less static until September 1918, when a third offensive was launched under the command of talented French General Louis Franchet d'Espèrey. With a breakthrough by Serbian forces west of the Vardar river, the Bulgarian Army was forced into a general retreat. The campaign concluded with the surrender of Bulgaria on 30 September 1918. Backdoors to both Austria-Hungary and Turkey were now open.

Meet the Golden Eagle of Belleau Wood

Americans should all be proud to know that one of France's eagles guards our Aisne-Marne Cemetery at Belleau Wood. With my 2013 group I was pleased to meet with him one quiet Sunday afternoon. Here he is. I'm sorry, however, to say I've forgotten his name over the years. Nevertheless, he was most impressive, and I did pick up some interesting facts about his duties.

Mr. Eagle was not pleased with the volume of my voice and let me know about it.  I assure you it was a most bracing and memorable encounter.

His area of responsibility covers both the mile-square wood on the plateau above the cemetery and the cemetery itself.  He flies hia patrols here about once per month.

The objective of Mr. Eagle's sorties is to protect the beautiful crosses on each grave.  Bird droppings have a terrible effect on the Carrara marble. (I'll leave those details to your imagination.) The assistant superintendent who accompanied us that day proudly reported that when Mr. Eagle flew one of his missions all the other birds fled the forest, the cemetery, and the entire neighborhood for weeks, apparently spreading the word wide within the avian community of northern France.

The Golden Eagle of Belleau Wood and His Handler

Voices from the Front: An Oral History of the Great War reviewed by Peter Belmonte

Voices from the Front: An Oral History of the Great War

by Peter Hart

Oxford University Press, 2016

Peter Hart is oral historian with the Imperial War Museum (IWM). In that capacity he interviewed 183 British Great War veterans in the 1980s and 1990s, at a time when their numbers were quickly diminishing. Because the interviews took place more than 65 years after the end of the war, it's not surprising that quite a few of the men were under-age enlistees, with a few enlisting as young as 15. In this book, Hart's interviews are augmented by others conducted by fellow oral historians at the IWM and by interviews conducted by the British Broadcasting Corporation in the 1960s.

In his introduction Hart outlines the advantages of oral history. He is not, of course, unmindful of the limitations of oral history. Because of some of these limitations, oral history is often more valuable in learning what it was like to be a soldier in the war, versus presenting an accurate account of events. How did the soldier feel when he enlisted and went through training? What did it feel like to advance to the front and, finally, to go "over the top?" What did the soldiers carry into battle? How was life in the trenches? Oral history can help us answer these questions.

Hart's chronological narrative serves as the framework onto which he hangs the interviews. This arrangement is interspersed with digressions to cover the war in the Middle East ("nightmarish" does not begin to do it justice), the naval war, the air war, life in the trenches (my favorite chapter), and the aftermath of war. This layout serves Hart's purpose well; his proportions of narrative versus oral history are appropriate because he wants to concentrate on the men's experience in the overall context of the war.

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A sampling of the interviews illustrates events that, more than 60 years later, still left impressions on the veterans.

Of course, most of the men were octogenarians or nonagenarians when they were interviewed. When one considers what Private Alex Thompson of 2nd King's Own Scottish Borderers, experienced at Ypres in 1915, one wonders how any of these men survived at all: "I'd got an explosive bullet in the left arm, it split my left arm…another bullet just above my wrist did for my thumb—it cut the sinews. Then I got another one in this side—a shell burst—shrapnel. I got a hole here in the lefthand side of the stomach and that was running with blood. Shrapnel in the shoulder up here. All in seconds, all in a bunch one after the other. I was knocked right upside down" (p. 70).

Engine Room Artificer Ernest Amis, HMS Kent, described his ship's sinking of the German cruiser Köln: "Our last salvoes fired into her at about 400 yards range. She was on fire. Some of them [German sailors] were jumping into the water on bits of wreckage so as to try and get to us, but the seas were icy cold. The sea was not calm then; it was a choppy sea…We tried to save some, we hauled some aboard, but they were too numb; they eventually died and we simply put them back into the drink again. There was no time for any ceremony. We didn't know whether there would be any other German ship about ..." (p. 164).

Ordinary Seaman Joe Murray, serving ashore near Gallipoli, recalled a young sailor named Horton going to the aid of a fellow sailor who had been wounded: "...a bullet struck him dead centre of the brow, went clean through his head and took a bit out of my knuckle. Poor old Horton. He kept crying for his mother. I can see him now. Hear him at this very moment. He said he was 18, but I don't think he was 16, never mind 18" (p. 99).

Of course there's humor here, too. Private Harold Hayward, 12th Gloucestershire Regiment, was wounded in the scrotum and hospitalized. A well-meaning female visitor persisted in asking Hayward about the nature and location of his wound. Hayward's final answer to her is priceless. And Corporal Donald Price, 20th Royal Fusiliers, developed a bad boil on his inner thigh. His description of a medical officer's examination of him while in muddy, slimy trenches is evidence that funny episodes can happen in horrible circumstances.

There are no photographs, illustrations, or maps in the book and, frankly, they are not needed.

I have some limited experience in oral history (Italian American World War II veterans), and this is the kind of thing that is valuable and important. It is a pity that more historians and institutions did not think to collect interviews with Great War veterans until it was almost too late. Thankfully, Hart and the IWM preserved these voices for us and future generations.

by Peter Belmonte

100 Years Ago: Pozières — The Australian Corps' Gethsemane

A Garden Called Gethsemane, in Picardy It Was

A century ago the Somme Battlefield had been fragmented, the area north of the Albert-Bapaume Road left quiet while the main British effort was focused – with mixed success – to the south, primarily against the horseshoe of woods surrounding Caterpillar Valley.  However, what progress was made exposed  the left flank of the attacking British units and a push was needed, directed down either side (through Mash Valley to the north and Sausage Valley to the south) of the old Roman road. This in-turn necessitated a concurrent attack on the high ground to the north of the Albert-Bapaume Road from which German observers could watch and call in artillery strikes.  

Australian Veteran's Department Map

The first objective, was to take  the village of Pozières located on the road about four miles from the outskirts of Albert.   The First Australian Division captured most of the town quite handily on 23 July.  Then their agony began.  The Diggers were completely in the open and were an easy target for the German artillerymen, who took an awful toll.  In the next four days the Germans also mounted three major efforts to take the village.  The Aussies beat them all off, but took over 5,000 casualties.  By the 27th the First Division needed to be relieved.

The Windmill Before the Battle

The high command felt the push needed to continue down the road and that job was given to the 2nd Australian Division. They had two key positions to take. (See Map.)  Down the road past the village was the local mill, placed on high point.  On either side of the mill was a double trench, the assembly area for all the German counterattacks. This had to be secured first. North on the ridge, commanding Pozières, was the innocuous sounding, but highly fortified, Mouquet Farm.  It's elimination was needed to secure the Australian flank, but also offered promise of turning the German position on Thiepval Ridge further north if the Australians could take the position.

In a well-executed attack on 4 August, the division captured most of the mill site and the trenches. But it was incredibly costly.  The Australian 4th Division had to relieve the 2nd, which had lost 7,000 men in twelve days. From 8 August to 5 September the Australians, with all three of the Corps divisions taking turns, advanced on Mouquet Farm, getting close three times. The Aussies would never secure the farm, though, .  

Aerial View of Mouquet Farm

By 5 September, when 1st Australian Corps was withdrawn and replaced by Canadian troops, the Corps had lost 23,000 men in six weeks. The Canadians would finally take the farm on 26 September, but another tough German defensive line, the Regina Trench, was sitting in readiness. There the Canadian Corps would experience their own Gethsemane.

Historian Charles Bean later wrote that the Pozières ridge "is more densely sown with Australian sacrifice than any other place on earth."

Francesco Baracca, Enzo Ferrari, and the Prancing Pony

Italian veteran Enzo Ferrari liked to tell the story of how the prancing pony became his emblem. The black horse had been painted on the fuselage of the SPAD fighter flown by Francesco Baracca, Italian ace of aces, killed over the Montello in 1918. After winning a race in Ravenna in 1923 Baracca's father and mother congratulated him. The aviator's mother said, "Ferrari, why don't you put my son's prancing horse on your cars? It will bring you luck." He did, and it did.

Incidentally, Porsche has a similar emblem, but it's not connected to the Great War.  Stuttgart, the company's home base was founded in the 13th century as a horse farm. The company wanted to highlight its connection to the city.

On the Brink: Some of the Odd Ideas of 1913

It seems that on the eve of the Great War some were already obsessed with change, modernism, and violence.  And they soon got it. All these quotes are from 1913.

I am like a blind man running with a lighted torch among hay stacks. On whichever side I turn I must set fire on something.

                                                                                ~ King Ferdinand of Bulgaria

I have learnt everything the West can give me. Now I am shaking the dust from my feet and leaving the West, my road runs to the source of all art: the East.

                                                                                            ~ Natalia Goncharova,
                                 Stage and Costume Designer for Diaghilev’s Ballet Russes

Wassily Kandinsky's "Composition VII," 1913

The psychology of the unconscious is the philosophy of the revolution...The coming revolution is a revolution for the mother-right [matriarchy]. 

                                                                                         ~ Otto Gross, 1913 

Fear is the beginning of wisdom

                                ~General Joffre, 1913

Each art is isolating itself and limiting itself to its own field. Specialisation is a characteristic of modern life, and pictorial art, like all other manifestations of the human mind, must submit to it.

                                        ~Artist Ferdinand Léger 

Hundreds of millions of people are awakening to life, light and freedom in a movement that will liberate both the peoples of Europe and the peoples of Asia.

                                                                                                     ~ Lenin 

Suffragette Killed by the King's Horse at Epsom Downs, 1913

With the high development of the capitalist countries and their increasing severe competition in acquiring non-capitalist areas, imperialism grows in lawlessness and violence, both in aggression against the non-capitalist world and in ever more serious conflicts among the competing capitalist countries.

                                                                                  ~ Rosa Luxemburg 

Bloodshed is a cleansing and sanctifying thing.

                                                        ~Patrick Henry Pearse, Irish Nationalist

It was fashionable to be pale and drained; Princess Belgiojoso strolled along the boulevards…pale as death in person.”

                                              ~ Composer Camille Saint-Saens

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

                                     ~ Gertrude Stein 

Crew Aboard New Dreadnought HMS Queen Elizabeth, 1913

There is one point when it is permissible to break up the institution of the family: that is the point when it is changing from an institution to a mausoleum.

                                                                                  ~ Rebecca West

The Slavs were not born to rule but to serve, this they must be taught.

                                                                                                  ~ Kaiser Wilhelm 

One Pals Battalion and One Man's Story from 1 July 1916

Pals Battalions were a uniquely British phenomenon. Britain was the only major power not to begin the First World War with a mass conscripted army. After the war broke out, it quickly became clear that the small professional British Army was not large enough for a global conflict.

In a wave of patriotic fervor, thousands of men volunteered for service in Lord Kitchener's New Armies. As part of this, it was realized that local ties could be harnessed for national gain. Many more men would enlist if they could serve alongside their friends, relatives, and workmates. Dozens of the Pals Battalions saw their first action on the first day of the Battle of the Somme.

The Lonsdale Pals Marching Through Nearby Carlisle

The Lonsdale Pals (11th Border Regiment) was a volunteer battalion raised by Lord Lonsdale of Lowther Castle, located near the Lake District of England. The battalion fought with the 32nd Division on the opening day of the Battle of Somme on 1 July 1916 and supported the capture of Leipzig Redoubt on Thiepval Ridge, the sole British Army success north of the Albert-Bapaume road that day. The unit suffered over 500 casualties out of the 800 men who went into action, including 23 out of the 26 officers; the commanding officer, Lt-Col. Machell, was killed.

Private Fred Heslop

Frederick Edward Heslop was the son of Frances Heslop, a Warcop farmer’s daughter. The year after his birth in 1898 his mother married Leonard Coates. He was brought up at Orton in Cumbria but after his stepfather’s death, Frances and her seven children moved to Garnett Plain in Skelsmergh and lived there until she died in 1932. Fred worked at Ellergill Farm at Orton but volunteered at the start of the war and joined the Lonsdale Pals  and then the 32nd Divisional Cyclists Company. 

He died on 1 July 1916 on the first day of the Battle of the Somme. Fred was 18 and has no known grave but is commemorated on the Thiepval Monument quite close to where he must have died.

Fred (Second from Right) with Three of His "Pals"

Sources:  Cumbria Museum of Military Life, The Lonsdale Pals Battalion, and Europeana: 1914–1918

The Fascinating Champagne Region

Forget about the bubbly stuff, the Champagne holds an endless series of fascinating sites for the history enthusiast. 

Fort de la Pompelle, Defender of Reims

Restored Trenches at Massignes de Main

Memorial to 1917 Battles

U.S. Memorial, 1918 Battle of Blanc Mont Ridge

Navarin Farm Monument to Champagne Battles & Preserved Battlefield

Russian Cemetery & Memorial Chapel, Mourmelon-le-Grand

Soldiers Shot for Example in 1915, Suippes Memorial

Reims Cathedral, One of the World's Greatest Treasures
World War I Veteran

Friedrich Paulus: Verdun to Stalingrad

In preparation for my trip to Verdun during the spring I was reading about the desperate fighting during the summer of 1916 around Fleury village in the heart of the Hot Zone when I ran across an interesting name, Captain Friedrich Paulus. Yes, the same Paulus who would surrender the German Sixty Army at Stalingrad a quarter century later.  I made a mental note to check out his WWI career when I had a chance and below is what I have found.

Well-Known Image of Paulus After the Surrender of Sixth Army
(I could not find a 1914–18 image of him.  He must have been camera shy.)

Paulus opened the war as a junior officer in 7th Army, initially posted in Alsace but later was sent to join the Race to the Sea. In November he became ill and was reposted after his recovery as a staff officer to the 2nd Prussian Jäger Regiment. Part of the Alpenkorps, the regiment fought in Macedonia and Romania. Interestingly, Paulus never commanded an operational unit in the war; he was strictly a staff officer.

The elite Alpenkorps, though, was needed on the Western Front. During the summer of 1916 it was sent into the cauldron of Verdun. At Fleury the Alpenkorps lost two-thirds of its men to casualties. Reconstituted in 1918 Paulus's unit shows up in the April Ludendorff Offensive and the Battle of Amiens.  After taking heavy casualties, the 2nd Jäger Regiment was sent to Serbia, where it spent the remainder of the war.

Paulus's Regiment at Verdun, Between Fleury and Fort Souville

After the Armistice, Paulus was a brigade adjutant with the Freikorps. He was chosen as one of only 4,000 officers to serve in the Reichswehr. He became the protege of a number of gifted officers, made few enemies, and became an expert in mechanized warfare. He became chief of staff for Panzer Headquarters and was one of the principal planners of Operation Barbarossa, which went well at first,but eventually bogged down. Changes in command for the German Southern Group came and Paulus was given Sixth Army and, eventually, Stalingrad. The rest of the story is well known.

Sources: Stalingrad.net and Kaiserscross.com

In Parenthesis reviewed by Bryan Alexander

In Parenthesis

by David Jones, W.S. Merwin (Foreword), T.S. Eliot (Introduction)

NYRB Classics, 2013

This is one of the most inspired and complex fictional treatments of World War I that I have yet to come across. In Parenthesis is also a great work of British modernism, which doesn't get discussed nearly enough.

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As a WWI book this is very strange. On the one hand it has a  classic war story structure, following a group of soldiers from training into combat. Here this is a Welsh unit which ends up on the Somme. Jones introduces us to a variety of characters, mostly enlisted men, and we see them experience boredom, extreme violence, loneliness, comradeship. We don't get far beyond introductions, however; this is not a psychological novel. Even our protagonist, John Ball (this is whom I first thought of) is not realized in depth.

On the other hand, In Parenthesis is a work of surrealism or fantasy, because early British mythology and literature mixes into the trenches of 1916. This happens by allusion and reference, by characters' visions, and through the act of writing itself. Arthurian legend looms large, mostly through old Welsh poetry and Malory's Morte d'Arthur. It reminds me of subsequent war novels that partake of fantasy and surrealism, like Tim O'Brien's Going After Cacciato and, to a lesser extent, Joseph Heller's Catch-22 and Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, but Jones creates an unusual and very moving interpretation of the British experience of WWI that seems almost unique.

At the same time readers should know that this is a work of subtle and mysterious complexity. In Parenthesis mixes prose and poetry, for starters. Moreover, Jones is capable of shifting tone, speaker, register, and time period between sentences, usually without hints to the reader. For example, during a description of wounded soldiers and people helping them, we see this:

Lower you lower you - some old cows have malhanded little bleeders for a mother's son.
Lower you lower you prize Maria Hunt, an' gammy-fingered upland Gamalin – down cantcher – low – hands away me ducky – down on hands down and flattened belly and face pressed and curroodle mother earth
she's kind:
Pray her hide you in her deeps
she's only refuge against
this ferocious pursuer
terribly questing.
Maiden of the digged places
let our cry come unto thee. (176)

Daily speech shifts to heroic/mythic discourse, prose to poetry, each word capable of mutation. It's a version of stream of consciousness, if you realize that the consciousness isn't a single Woolf or Joyce character, but a combination of a military unit with a mythic imagination. This is serious literary modernism, even featuring author's extensive end notes to explain what he and his first readers thought was too obscure. And those references are rich beyond the Arthurian, from Shakespeare to popular songs, paintings and minute soldierly bureaucratic details.

David Jones,  Soldier

You cannot skim this, but have to pick your way carefully along each line (or paragraph). And it is worth every second.

I very much want to tell you about the passages I annotated, except I wrote on every other page. I really want to include this in a WWI or war lit seminar. For now, let me share some highlights and notes.

There some minute scenes that portray the war, like a Tim O'Brien-like things they carried list (90), a classic encounter between two enemy soldiers (168-9), a soldier falling asleep on sentry duty (53-55), two bored soldiers shooting the breeze (139-40), or Ball dealing with a comrade's horrible death (174). There's Ball, wounded, struggling with his rifle. Then there are stranger scenes, like Dai Greatcoat's awesome and epic boast (79-84), which ranges through history, like something from Flann O'Brien , or the astonishing visit of the Queen of the Wood, who gives magical gifts to soldiers transformed into mythic heroes (184-6).

Here is aerial combat, seen from the vantage point of a ground-bound soldier:

Fair-dressed young men about the hanger-stays
(heaven itself would hasten to the south sky)
Break throttle on you sudden, just over;
disturb the immediate air at take-off,
bring you on the napper you'd think, bearing so low
over the long column
getting up the fluence
making the four horsemen speak comfortable words, and smooth
her tossing manes; her black-beauty quivering.
Barely clear the poplar top
at cant and obliquely
as Baroque attending angels surprise you with their
air-worthiness - but fleet, with struts braced, to mote in the
blueness, to discover his dispositions... (124)

Here is the protagonist's first experience of bombardment:

He stood alone on the stones, his mess-tin spilled at his feet. Out of the vortex, rifling the air it came - bright, brass-shod, Pandoran; with all-filling screaming the howling crescendo's up-piling snapt. The universal world, breath-held, one half second, a bludgeoned stillness. Then the pent violence released a consummation of all burstings out, all sudden up-rendings and rivings-through - all taking-out of vents - all barrier-breaking - all unmaking. Pernitric begetting - the dissolving and splitting of solid things. In which unearthing aftermath, John Ball picked up his mess-tin and hurried within; ashen, huddled, waited in the dismal straw. Behind 'E' Battery, fifty yards down the road, a great many mangolds uprooted, pulped, congealed with chemical earth, spattered and made slippery the rigid boards leading to the emplacement. The sap of vegetables slobbered the spotless breech-block of No. 3 gun. (24) Here is Ball under fire, facing German machine guns and rifles...:

Print by David Jones,  Artist

he [Germans] finds you everywhere.
Where his fiery sickle garners you:
fanged-flash and darkt-fire thrring and thrrung athwart
thdrill a Wimshurst pandemonium drill with dynamo druv
staccato bark a you like Berthe Krupp's terrier bitch and
rattlesnakes for bare legs...
rattle a chatter you like a Vitus neurotic, harrow your
vertebrae, bore your brain-pan before you can say Fanny - and
comfortably over open sights:
the gentlemen must be mowed.(182)

...then being shot:

And to Private Ball it came as if a rigid beam of great weight flailed about his calves, caught from behind by ballista-baulk let fly or aft-beam slwed to clout gunnel-walker
below below below.
When golden vanities make about,
You've got no legs to stand on.
He thought it disproportionate in its violence considering the
fragility of us. (183)

In British WWI literature In Parenthesis may be unique. It is certainly visionary and powerful.

by Bryan Alexander

Somme Skeptic: Ferdinand Foch

One victim of the Battle of the Somme was the man destined to become – in 1918 – the most important of the Allied generals, Ferdinand Foch.  In a recent article, Australian military historian Elizabeth Greenhalgh discussed how this came about.

Foch, May 1916

Appointed to command the Northern Army Group from its inception in 1914, Foch had the additional task of acting as Joffre’s ‘adjoint’ or deputy and also of coordinating French action with that of the Belgian and British armies. In 1916, as commander of the Northern Army Group, General Ferdinand Foch was responsible for the major French contribution to the Battle of the Somme.

Affecting Foch’s role in the Somme battle was his own thinking and his relationship with Joffre. He did not consider the Somme to be the right sector for an operation of any magnitude; he did not believe that he had the material means to carry it out successfully; his strategic thinking was beginning to diverge from that of his C-in-C whom he believed was becoming increasingly tired. Foch’s experience of the 1915 offensives had convinced him that the key to success lay in guns, lots of them, and especially lots of heavy artillery. His notebooks leave no room for doubt about what came to be known as the ‘scientific method’. In order to carry out a successful attack, he argued, each army corps should have 100 heavy guns – that is to say 3000 guns for the 30 corps. This required that the output from French factories be about 125 per month whereas it was lower than 100. If the French were to be ready in 1917, this situation must improve immediately and certainly for 1916 will not give any results.

1916 proved a frustrating year for Foch; the tensions between allies and within the French Army had not been resolved. First, Joffre had overridden Foch’s preferred sector for the 1916 campaign and imposed the Somme. Next, because of his ‘scientific’ calculations, Foch knew that he did not have the necessary guns and munitions to achieve a great success; he would have preferred to hold and wait for French industry to produce what was required. Then, Verdun reduced even the limited means at his disposal and imposed a secondary role for the French on the Somme. Foch could only try to be patient as the British edged their way forward to the original second German defensive position throughout July. The weather had proved a further frustration as a very wet summer in Picardy turned the battleground into a muddy quagmire, so that by October men were wading forward to attack with mud up to their thighs.

On 15 December, Foch was sacked from his command of the Northern Army Group. Even more frustratingly, Haig’s reward was a field marshal’s baton. The circumstances of Foch’s removal are somewhat mysterious, but it is clear that there was a campaign of denigration mounted against him and Joffre had not defended him. Joffre too had lost the confidence of the government and the parliament and he was promoted to a shadowy powerless position, from which he resigned. Foch was furious, but he had the sense to bend before the storm and obey orders. He would not be long in the wilderness.

Source:  "General Ferdinand Foch and the French Contribution to the Battle of the Somme," by Elizabeth Greenhalgh, British Journal for Military History, Volume 2, Issue 3, July 2016 
Download the full article here.