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is that so?
thank you sir arthur hort
the english aristocracy is a joke

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The usual ‘local warfare’ about which you read in the newspapers – that is all – but one cannot help rather resenting the slighting way in which we are all now beginning to talk about these small happenings. Men have to display the same qualities of courage and endurance, and undergo the same kind of discomforts from shell fire and machine guns and bombs, in these little shows as in the big battles! Men get wounded and killed just the same – but we have become ‘large’ in our ideas and so we only sing the praises of the brave when they are killed in thousands.
Captain Cuthbert Headlam to his wife Beatrice, 20/4/1916.
Headlam is so bitchy in his letters, they're really a delight to read
My old Canadian overlord rather tries me with his ‘buck’ and eye wash [bullshit]. I don’t care about Colonials. They may be better and wiser than we, but they are very wearing. Their ways are not our ways. Their views are not our views. Their language is not our language. Their whole outlook upon life is different to ours. I suppose that it is of no use enlarging upon all this, for it is clear that we have got to put up with them and stroke them and say what fine fellows they are until the end of time. They respond to flattery and nothing else. They are like children in that way and the more you are ’all over them’, the happier they are. Old Mitchell is a good old fellow, but he is terribly Canadian.
Captain Cuthbert Headlam to his wife Beatrice, 13/10/16
Lt Col Charles Mitchell for reference.
A novel form of direct action was taken by a woman in Canterbury to get rid of Norman Ellison and one of his comrades: 'She did not want anybody billeted on her and we were not welcome. A series of incidents brought matters to a head, when we found the bolts of our rifles full of jam. She said her child had done it. We wondered, but were moved to another house.'
to be fair, having a couple of random soldiers living in your house doesn't sound like much fun

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Instructional photos of blind reloading training for British soldiers from the papers of LtCol James Durrant.
Two sights remain vividly in my mind. One was our chief clerk, the worthy Mr Marshall, sitting on his typewriter with a rifle across his knees, supported by an aged gentleman in khaki, one of the Quartermaster's clerks who wouldn’t have hurt a fly, armed with two revolvers. Both of these worthies were prepared to sell their lives as dearly as possible in defence of of the divisional office and officer’s mess, and both would have been of the greatest danger to all but the Huns, for to them the pen was mightier than the sword, and neither were skilled in the use of lethal weapons!
LtCol Arthur Floyer-Acland, a staff officer in the 41st Division, reflecting on the German offensive in March 1918 and fear it caused behind the British lines.
About midnight a message was passed down that I was wanted on the left. Proceeding there I found an officer of the Warwicks (I believe), who stated that he had come to relieve us. Words cannot express the meaning of that word "relief" as it applied to our fellows at that moment. To a war chronicler it cannot but mean much more than a trifling operation, but its effect in our case was that after handing over our little line to the newcomers, we were making our way back down the main ride at a pace that I never would have dreamt tired men capable of. I remember very little about that long journey back, except that as a parting gift we had a direct hit on our tail which killed a number of our men as we were nearing Mametz Village. But well I remember my quartermaster sergeant meeting me somewhere with the words "Thank God! you're all right sir", having a dixie of hot soup and falling off into a dead sleep.
Lieutenant-Colonel Graham Gwyther, commander of the 14th Royal Welsh Fusiliers on his battalion's attack on Mametz Wood on 10 July 1916.
I flatter myself that the creeping forward of my attacking lines into No Man’s Land prior to zero and the lifting of the barrage off the enemy front line, was my own idea derived from my experiences in the Russo-Japanese War and from my raids which were always successful. I was convinced that on 1st July my men would not get in unless they pressed close up to our barrage. At the last rehearsal in the back area of the proposed attack (1st July) of the two divisions (32nd and Ulster) the GOC 4th Army (Rawlinson) attended and at the end a pow-wow of all officers down to and including company commanders was held. As was the custom it took the form of the senior officer asking each brigadier in turn what he noticed worthy of remarks and criticism. It came to my turn and Rawlinson asked me had I anything to say and I replied “The leading lines did not advance close enough to the barrage” Oh, he said, “How close do you think they should be?” and I replied “Thirty to forty yards, Sir. And they must expect some casualties.” I could see he did not like what I said for he replied “Oh, 30 to 40 yards!!” “Well Sir, I said” That’s what the Japanese did” and his reply was “Oh, the Japanese” in rather a sneering way. I never missed an opportunity of rubbing the ideas of mine into the minds of my colonels. I always told the Colonels that by this action they must expect 10 per cent casualties from our own guns and it was worth it.
Brigadier-General James Jardine on why his 96th Brigade was successful on the first day of the Battle of the Somme.
Lie down well within the blast radius of your own artillery barrage or you're too far away from the enemy trench and you'll get ripped apart by machine guns. What a choice.
Some of our finds surveying along the Struma front!
That's so cool! Whose trenches were you digging?
Looks like some shell fragments on the right, the base of a smallish artillery shell on top and I'm guessing a grenade plug below it?
I don't think it's a grenade plug. I think it's the nose end of a fuze, perhaps? I'm still very new to this kind of typologies... Maybe it's clearer in the drawing?
Anyroad, these are surface finds at Bulgarian positions, so these are British presents to the Bulgarian army. They very likely belong to the autumn 1916 "diversion" attacks along the Struma after the Bulgarian invasion of Greece
Oh yeah, I definitely see what you mean now. Much more domed than I thought. Looks like you're on the right track.
I'd imagine there'll be a lot of different digging through photos of obscure artillery ammunition. These peripheral theatres had such a weird mix of artillery just sort of scraped together from whatever the British and French could get their hands on. Alongside the pretty rapid development of new fuzes and whatnot there's going to be a lot of types to stare at.

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John Ponsonby [2nd Guards Brigade] tells us of some of his men digging up two high explosive shells which had fallen near them without bursting. They set them on a wall and threw stones at them to see if they would go off! Idiots! If they had exploded they would have felt themselves (and really had been) much injured.
Diary of Brigadier-General Cecil Lowther, 20/3/15.
Some of our finds surveying along the Struma front!
That's so cool! Whose trenches were you digging?
Looks like some shell fragments on the right, the base of a smallish artillery shell on top and I'm guessing a grenade plug below it?
"The Boche is managing his attack another way; he is practicing it very much like he did at Cambrai. First they have a creeping barrage, probably like ours. Next to that he is going to have a smoke barrage made by hand grenades. After that he is putting his eggs in the Storm Trooper basket. These fellows are specially trained and they are really very fine men. These Storm Troops and machine gunners are the only good people on foot in the German Army. All infantry Battalions are skinned of their best men to put into the Storm Troops. It is therefore important that you should defeat these Storm Troops; one Storm Troop knocked out is worth a lot."
"In the German scheme they and the light machine guns are to go straight ahead and not stop for anything; they will not stop in your line. They are followed immediately behind (about 200 yards behind) by masses of Infantry, so that if you massacre the Storm Troops and get the SOS going you will have a fine time. The Hun idea is that the Storm Troops will make holes and continue their advance past our strong points. They having been training them to go 12 kilometres about 7 miles, the first day. That might do for the Italians and the Russians, but it will not do for you. Not if you are in depth. "
"Then the Infantry following behind is to mop up, moving right and left from the breaches thus made. There will be a very careful reconnaissance and these will now move up the hollows to avoid being seen by our artillery. That is what they did at Cambrai. One lot goes one way and another lot the other way and the Storm Troops go right on. They expect to paralyse you by the sudden onslaught of these Storm Troops, but you have only got to watch properly and have your men to shoot and then you will be alright."
"With the wire you have in front of you and the arrangements we are making, provided you will patrol No Mans Land and will teach Musketry to your Sections I don’t think the Boche has a dog’s chance." Lieutenant-General Ivor Maxse on the lessons learnt from the Battle of Cambrai, 12/2/1918.
Maxse's 18th Corps was part of the British Fifth Army that bore the brunt of the German Spring Offensive in March 1918. Maxse's training had paid off, and despite suffering heavily they withdrew in good order and never broke the same way much of the rest of the Fifth Army did.
"The venereal will cause us a lot of trouble, and it is very difficult to know what to do about it. We are issuing preventatives as far as possible, and I am perpetually at the Officers and Doctors and Chaplains about it, but it is still very bad. It is of course absolutely impossible to keep the men in camp, and the filthy native liquor, diluted as it is with urine, makes anyone who drinks it quite mad." Major-General Alexander Godley to the New Zealand Minister of Defence, 17/2/15.
I don't think it's usually acknowledged that WW1 officers were VERY concerned about fucking. It's mostly practical, cause a man who's sick with VD isn't fit for duty, and more men getting it is usually indicative of morale or discipline problems. But there's also a very real moral component as well, hence the role of Chaplains in trying to combat it and the strange kind of language that they use to talk about it, full of euphemism and vague generalisations.
The bit about Egyptian liquor being full of piss is new to me though.
Second Lieutenant Harold Hemming on selecting NCOs from the recruits of the 12th West Yorkshire Regiment:
“There was no use picking out a few bright-looking chaps and telling them that they were corporals, for there was no way of indicating their rank. We did not even have brassards with stripes on them that they could wear over their coat sleeves. So I counted the men who had moustaches and found that I had just enough, so I made them all lance-corporals there and then …"
The British Army in WW1, a wonder of modern organisation.
A sequel:
"Captain Irwin, for the East Surreys, adopted a method which served as well as any other. He asked those men to step forward who felt that they could take charge of half a dozen of their fellows. It was, at any rate, a test of their belief in themselves. About twenty men offered themselves; and white tape was tied round their arms as a mark of their new rank"
you can wipe your arse and shout? NCO material!

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an anonymous cartoon i found in an officer's scrap book during my research. probably done by an officer given the specific FSR reference.
these are by the cartoonist William Heath Robinson. he was a contemporary of Rube Goldberg in creating humerous imaginary contraptions. delightful stuff