As
a sometime military historian (junior grade, to be sure) this century
anniversary prompted me to take a very close look at the years from 1914 to
1918. That time was so horrific that my extensive reading of it was exhausting.
To have actually been on the ground in the combat situations of trench warfare
remains incomprehensible to modern minds. Years back I was fortunate in having face-to-face
conversations with veterans of that war. Saying that I regret not having more
such opportunities is to state the obvious. Now of course such meetings are
impossible.
The
next best thing in educating and informing yourself of that terrible history is
to read the firsthand memories of those who were there in the fighting. Here we owe a huge debt to the historian Lyn
Macdonald. She had the foresight two decades ago to interview dozens of British
WWI soldiers while they were still with us. I recommend two of her books “1915,
The Death of Innocence” and “Somme. The first gives you an idea of what
civilization was like as it transitioned to sheer madness. Somme takes
you through the campaign that bled dry the flower of youth of the British
Empire and scarred the souls of its people to this very day. In 2014 we are
rightly outraged over a single death. Just imagine a casualty list of 60,000
men being killed or seriously wounded in a single day of that fighting!
Yes,
I do think that parents should have some awareness of those terrible times so
that their children and their children's children are not totally oblivious to
the fact that World War One changed civilization forever. What was more or less the same for hundreds
of years was never to be that way again.
The
literature on World War One is legion.
The average reader cannot take it all in. The challenge is to select a
few books such as these two I've mentioned by Lyn Macdonald, and perhaps
include the classic “Memoirs of an Infantry Officer” by Siegfried Sassoon, then
take it from there. Or not.
Each
reader will form his or her own opinion after reading these materials. Mine is the terrible dehumanization that
resulted from weeks and months of living in muddy knee-deep filth, wet and
shivering, scared to death while awaiting whistles to go over the top. More often
than not it was the last sound many ever heard. After one big battle a staff officer in well-polished
boots drove up in a staff car close as possible to the battlefield of a place
called Passchendaele. Staring at the muddy horror he sobbingly cried: “Good
God, did we really send men to fight in that?'”
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