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11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month 1918
by Bunk Five Hawks X ( 26 Comments › )Filed under History, Military at November 11th, 2012 - 11:00 am
22 December 1918: Christmas On The Front
by Bunk Five Hawks X ( 75 Comments › )Filed under Art, Europe, France, Germany, History, Military, OOT, Open thread at December 21st, 2011 - 11:00 pm
22 December 1918
Dear Mom and Dad:
Well, there is absolutely nothing new or startling but I feel like writing. Altho I wrote to you yesterday. Read a letter from you this evening and it had the Kodak pictures in it. Was glad to get them, too. I can’t think of anything to write so I am going to take one day out of my diary and give it to you in detail.
Here it is —– Sept. 26
We are in a camp near Auzeville and the big drive is to start. In fact the one that finished the “Boches”. Then the morning of the 26th dawned but dawn was preceded by a terrific barrage which was as loud as thunder and lighted up the whole skyline for miles. We were not flying ours but were held in reserve. Hundreds of “planes” were now flying over head. One bunch had over 150 in it. Along about 8 a.m., along comes a boche plane and he burned three of the balloons all observers landed safe but one and his parachute burned and he fell to his death. A fellow by the name of Barnett and I started out to see the fun. Put our guns on and started for the front line trenches which were about 5 miles north. After a short while we hit the trenches but of course our boys had advanced and were chasing the boche for a fare you well. We hit several mine craters where the boche had mined the roads but already our engineers had started to budge them. After another hour’s walk and dodging a few pieces of shrapnel we hit the town of Varennes and were keen for souvenirs. The boche were still in one side of the Varennes and we were in the other. Machine guns were crackling with a steady roar and long streams of ambulances carrying away the wounded. Dead Boche were laying every where. The roads were filled with them. Long about then a Boche 77 took my ….. but never touched us. Then we started going through the dugouts and it was there that I got the general’s helmet. Also was almost lucky enough to capture a Jerry but a doughboy beat me to it. He was hiding in a dug out. Looked like he wan’t as old as “Bugs” and he was scared almost to death. After monkeying around a while we hopped an ambulance and rode back toward Auzeville. So that finished the day’s fun. But you ought to have seen the dead Huns. Some had legs blown off. Some had their heads and shoulders off and some were in pieces only. A great many had been burned by mustard gas and were burned to a crisp.
Well, I guess I’ll have to “fini” as it is getting late. Hope I get the Xmas box soon.
Soldier Bill
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That’s a letter from my grand-uncle Walter, mailed from Ville-sur-Cousances, France. He was in the US Army Signal Corps (balloon reconnaissance). Most of his letters home were very understated and not as graphic as this one.
A little bit of eye-witness history on The Overnight Open Thread.
Independence Day 4 July 1918
by Bunk Five Hawks X ( 221 Comments › )Filed under Art, History, Military, Open thread at July 3rd, 2011 - 11:00 pm
I might have posted these before. They are envelopes decorated by my great-grandfather and mailed to his son (my grand-uncle) who was stationed in France in the U.S. Signal Corps in WWI. Walter received them on 10 August 1918, and replied with this letter:
“…I saw a peach of an air battle last night. Believe me that is exciting stuff to see them diving and darting around like a couple of birds. That’s about all I can tell you. I can’t tell you who licked. Some of the best fliers are located near us. I guess there are a few “aces” among the bunch.
…Pap says the war will be over in a year making it July 4th 1919. I don’t want to shatter his hopes but I think about the fall of 1920 myself. That is simply my estimate. Maybe last longer or maybe not as long.”
Late last year I asked Walter’s daughter if she’d allow me to post her father’s letters, in sequence beginning in February 1918, as if in real time. For personal reasons she declined, and I’ll respect her wishes. Meanwhile, here’s to a fun and respectful Independence Day for The Overnight Open Thread.
25 April – ANZAC DAY
by Bunk Five Hawks X ( 3 Comments › )Filed under Australia, History, Military, Special Report, World at April 25th, 2011 - 8:00 am
Here’s to all the diggers.
Using letters, diaries and photographs, The Sunday Age recounts events through the eyes of the diggers who battled on amid despair and death. Jonathan King reports.
APRIL – THE LANDING
The great challenge for the Anzacs on April 25 was to land at Anzac Cove against formidable opposition from the Turks and then dig in. We are now within a mile of the shore and the din has increased… the whole side of the mountains seems to be sending forth tongues of flame and the bullets fairly rain upon us… the water is churned up from rifle fire, machine-guns, Maxims, shrapnel and common shells… seven of the boys in our boat are killed and God knows how many in the others.
Anonymous soldier, the 3rd Brigade
Our boat’s bottom scratches the rocky shore… we wade ashore with the feeling that we are at least one of the first to put foot on Turkish soil… silent forms lay scattered on the beach everywhere: some gone to their last resting place, some writhing in their last agonies, others with their life-blood fast oozing out…
Anonymous soldier
It was a remarkable day and a day in which it was easy to pick out the wasters, also the brave men. I am delighted with our Australian troops, the way they take the gruel is splendid. At times there was a shortage of ammunition and reinforcements were badly wanted. But seeing they had landed everything under shell fire, I should say they did very well.
Private T. J. Richards
MAY – BURYING THE DEAD
The Anzacs organised a truce with the Turks so they could bury their comrades who had been killed since the landing. Had a darn good sleep and got up at about 6am and issued rations to the chaps. Then the shrapnel began and it hailed around about us and hit everything around me but myself. We deepened our sleeping place about three feet, but it was not deep enough.
Captain D. B. A. King
Our troops made a successful advance and, according to the number of injured coming in, they paid dearly for it. What a pitiful sight they presented. They had been 20 hours lying all over the place with great gaping wounds. Some had both legs broken and the pain they endured coming down the steep sides was almost unendurable.
Lieutenant F. T. Small
The armistice began for the purpose of burying the dead. The smell is something awful. Some of the bodies have been lying in the heat of the sun for four weeks and of course all are unrecognisable. It is only by identification discs that the corpses are known. The ground was simply covered with dead between the trenches and estimates of 12,000 Turks killed have been made. Amongst this awful mass of dead Turks were some of our boys who had been killed on the first and second days’ fight and had lain there since. The bodies were horrible to look at being black and swelled up stretching out the clothing and, in many cases, when they were touched, falling to pieces.
William Dexter
JUNE – ALL QUIET ON THE FRONT LINE
After the difficult landing in April and fighting in May, both sides ceased fighting. I have established a little prayer meeting in my dug-out on Pope’s Hill. Sometimes we sing a well-known hymn, Nearer, my God to Thee, and the sound is wonderfully inspiring.
Chaplain E. N. Merrington
We have not had our clothes off for five weeks and it was most pleasant to strip off and have a dip in the sea. The weather here is glorious just at present and I am in the best of health.
Private F. W. Muir
The trenches are ridiculously quiet considering war is on and often perfect quiet prevails to be broken by the pot of a single snipe or the dismal squeal of a shell.
Lieutenant R. W. McHenry
JULY – TALK OF MUTINY
The debilitating heat stalled fighting and there was talk of mutiny among the Australians. I would not care a rap if 75 per cent of our officers had a wooden cross over their heads. Half of our duty men are taken up digging most secure dug-outs for officers or washing shirts for them in half a bucket of water while other men are almost famished for a drink. By God, if ever I am asked to dig a dug-out for one or wash their shirts. I will be shot at daybreak for refusing to obey an order on active service.
Private J. K. Gammage
The captured Turks who surrendered reckon that we are great shots. They are full of admiration for our shooting and fighting generally and admit being terrified.
Sergeant C. Bosward
AUGUST – BATTLE FOR LONE PINE AND THE NEK
Having consolidated their positions and obtained reinforcements, the British ordered the Australians over the clifftops on a mission impossible with dire consequences. One hundred and fifty men of the 8th Light Horsemen jumped out of the trench but were all mown down within 30 seconds, sinking to the ground as though their limbs suddenly became string. They were waiting, ready for us and simply gave us a solid wall of lead.
Sergeant Cliff Pinnock
It was a truly awful sight.
Once more the long procession of wounded, dirty, ragged, torn and bloody men came down from the Nek to the dressing station while others lay just 25 yards (23 metres) in front of the trench in the hot sun not daring to move till night when some of them might be able to crawl slowly back.
Corporal Alec Riley
As we captured Lone Pine we felt like wild beasts and as fast as our men went down another would take his place but soon the wounded were piled up three or four deep and the moans of our poor fellows and also the Turks we tramped on was awful.
Private Tom Billings
SEPTEMBER – DISEASE STRIKES
With so many soldiers now stationed at Gallipoli, the poor food supplies and sanitation triggered an outbreak of disease. In the morning we get a piece of bacon, a pint of tea and hard biscuits, perhaps a loaf of bread. For dinner, we have water, tea and sugar, and for tea we have bully beef stew.
Sapper V. Willey
The general health is bad with as many as 50 per cent of the men unfit for duty and unless relieved there will be, to a certainty, a severe epidemic of pneumonia, dysentery and enteric fever as the resisting power to disease is practically nil.
War Diary of the 12th Infantry Brigade
You ought to see the Anzac fleas, millions of them, and other things that crawl and stick closer than a brother. My blanket nearly walks by itself.
Captain Bill Knox
OCTOBER – TRADING TUCKER WITH THE TURKS
The frontline soldiers had been at Gallipoli and inactive for so long they began chatting to the Turks in the trenches, often less than 10 metres away. The more one sees of it, the more one realises the rottenness and horror of the whole business. God knows I do want to do my bit and am far from having cold feet, but any reasonable-minded man must wonder what the outcome will be – war is not a very pleasant thing, old girl.
Captain Bill Knox
Extraordinary friendly exchanges between the Turks and our fellows this morning early. Some of our chaps ran right over to the enemy trenches and exchanged bully, jam, cigarettes etc. The whole business was wonderful and proves how madly unnecessary this part of the war is.
Lieutenant T. E. Cozens
Some graves are very artistically finished, done in some cases by the brothers of the dead, others have simply a bottle with a piece of paper with the name inside. It is very touching.
Anonymous, 20th Battalion
NOVEMBER – LORD KITCHENER VISITS
As the soldiers had made so little headway, the British military command had decided to send Minister for War Lord Kitchener to determine if Gallipoli should be evacuated. Today (November 13) Lord Kitchener landed here. All the chaps on the beach gave him a cheer when he stepped ashore. He addressed a small party of colonials and told them he had a special message from the King. He was to thank them all on the King’s behalf and to say he was more than proud of our doings.
F. A. Weeks
We are now down to half-issue water.
Private A. West
Had another storm last night. It was such as I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. The wind was something terrible – it was quite impossible to stand up in it. The trenches are terrible.
Captain Ivor Williams
The first fall of snow fell tonight. We spent a cold, wet and miserable night. The ground was frozen. In our supports trenches we have no overhead cover. Our clothes and blanket wet through. The snow is a beautiful sight, no doubt. We are past admiring scenery just now. We are on half rations, biscuits and cheese. How we hate the sight of those biscuits.
Private John Henry Turnbull
DECEMBER – EVACUATION
Although the Anzacs were holding out well, the British military command evacuated Gallipoli before the bitter winter set in.
We have had a foresight of what it would be to put the winter in here as we had a torrential downpour of rain recently. It came down the hills as if a huge dam had been dug away and simply swamped the trenches.
P. O. Bert Webster
What makes the men growl is seeing immaculately dressed British staff officers walking about washed and shaved asking silly damned questions. I am fairly convinced I am becoming a bit of a Socialist.
Captain Bill Knox
Everything points to the early evacuation of the Peninsula. It will be a thunderbolt to Australia. There is no doubt this peninsula part of the war has been the greatest failure.
Lieutenant J. G. Cosson
We left in small parties, I had 28 men and left the trenches at 5.15pm. Each ranks carried two match-head grenades as well as ammunition and as we marched on to the pier we threw them into the water. It was a great success and I don’t know yet whether the Turks know we have gone.
Lieutenant N. E. McShane
The evacuation from Anzac was not by any means a defeat, but it became obvious we could do no good there and were getting hell from the new, bigger Turkish guns, but we had attempted the impossible at the Dardanelles and the Turks can make a very good story of their victory.
Captain Bill Knox
Acknowledgments
Gallipoli Diaries: The Anzacs Own Story Day by Day by Jonathan King (Simon & Schuster)
Australian War Memorial, Canberra
Mrs Diana Baillieu, Mrs Mary Burke, Mrs Kate Campbell
This was printed in the Sunday Age a couple of years ago
[Found and posted by Phil C.]