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With the British on
the Somme
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W. Beach Thomas
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1917 First Edition |
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[viii] + 285 pages + 31 page Publisher’s
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With the British on the Somme
Contents
Part I
I. Before the War
II. The Soldier and the Seer
III. Steps to the Somme: (i.) Movement
IV. (ii.) Stagnation
V. (iii.) Expectancy
Part II
I. The Coming Event
II. July 1 : From the Hill
III. July 1 : From the Field
IV. July 1 : The Issue of the Day
V. On the Battle-field
VI. An Earlier Field
VII. Over the Parapet
VIII. The New Fighting
IX. The Six Woods
X. The Village
XI. The Open Field
XII. Coming Out
XIII. Tanks and other Engines
XIV. Through Prisoners' Eyes
XV. The Final Field
XVI. Epilogue
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With the British on the Somme
Excerpt:
ON 3rd July I crept with many fears
into the edge of Fricourt Wood, past the dressing-station and into
the trees. It had not greatly suffered. The place was "pinched out/'
and for some reason no superlative shelling of the place had been
decreed by either side. Twenty thousand shells and more may have
burst there, perhaps a hundred thousand ; but into Delville on the
last day of a six weeks' bombardment we emptied at least a hundred
and twenty thousand ; and they were concentrated only on one
section. The bombardment was the heaviest till then attempted.
Fricourt was, in the soldier's phrase, a health resort, a phrase
meaning that life there was endurable. Ypres during the Somme battle
was a " health resort." You were not quite sure to be shelled in the
open, the approaches were open the greater part of the day, and only
now and then was any section of trench knocked into hummocks. In
that sense Fricourt was a health resort for a few days after the
battle. Bernafay Wood, to the east of Montauban, was another health
resort, just for a while. Only alleys, no fire trenches ran through
it.
We captured it in twenty minutes with not as many as fifty
casualties. But Bernafay, taken much at the same time as Fricourt,
became a day later a roosting-place for innumerable shells ; and
many men died there. At least as often as not it is more costly to
hold than to take.
But we had not yet tasted the full terror of the woods ; nor had the
Germans yet learned the full art of their defence. They had
abandoned Fricourt and Bernaf ay at too great a speed ; and had left
no feeding pipe for the reinforcement of the garrison. Their revenge
at Bernafay was to sentinel our approaches with a quite ceaseless
chasse of heavy shells. Almost every day for a while I went within
sight and hearing of this wood ; and not once was there intermission
of the bark of 5-9 shells and the black columns rising with damnable
iteration from the hither edge of the wood. And then as ever
afterwards throughout the battle they fired rather more at night
than by day. Woods are the delight of attacking and despair of the
defending artillery. Every contact shell that hits a tree is likely
to explode. It follows that a shell becomes dangerous several
hundred yards before it reaches its target.
Before the 15th Sept ember, when the last of the woods on our front
was captured, and London troops put the final flourish on our
knowledge in High Wood, we were to know all there was to be known
about wood fighting.
When we forced a way into High Wood and pressed over the ridge down
the slope facing the enemy our own gunners were helpless. The enemy
facing us rested in a pool of serenity where no shells broke — for
this reason. Any contact shell directed on their lines was more
likely than not to strike a tree in its course over British trenches
and explode its fragments suicidally. The Germans were as safe as a
man sheltering under the arch of a waterfall ; and in this case,
owing to the fall of the ground, the cascade fell many hundred yards
beyond them. But for hostile artillery a wood is a perfect target,
that no one can miss, though it is a little difficult to detect the
exact location of emplacements and trenches. For the men the cover
adds to the terror. Shells strike and explode above ground on the
trunks. Every burst is endowed with a longer life of noise and
higher intensity. Fragments fly at all tangents and, above all, the
discovery and recovery of wounded men is a nightmare. To hear them
calling at night through the wizardry of the tangled trees and roots
fills the strongest with a shivering pity, like no other sensation
in war.
Retreat in a wood surpasses all endurance, for it adds horror to the
bitterest sensation a man knows : the compulsion to leave his
wounded behind. Men are doubly brave in victory, largely because
they know if they fall that they will be found and fetched, salved
or saved, by their own people. It may not be so with all peoples —
with the Latins, who have a gift of stronger intellectual
imagination and higher mental ecstasy, but with English county
troops the sense of staying alive or dead with their own people
buttresses their courage more than any other single cause ; and
nothing so depresses, so saddens them as the thought that they have
left their friends wounded within the pale of the enemy or, yet
worse, in No Man's Land. The flourish set on the brutality of war is
the abandonment of wounded men to die slowly of cold, of hunger, of
decay. Men have been brought into hospital after eight days of
exposure when they have eaten and drunken only such scraps and drops
as they could filch after dolorous crawling in the mire from the
dead who were their companions.
And every wood across our path, except the first two, we nearly won
and largely lost, not once, but many times, before trenches were
fortified on the farther side, and the whole made good. Each of
these woods is holy ground : Trones, Mametz, Delville, and the Bois
des Foureaux or High Wood ; the cradle of high fame, as well as the
grave of many noble lives. Troops from every part of Britain fought
these forest fights.
It has come about that each wood is associated with a particular
regiment ; and though perhaps a score of others fought as hard, the
fame has always been won by signal service and a bloody fight.
The West Kents claim Trones by virtue of their forty-eight hours'
siege, but in Trones the worst of the fighting was the endurance of
the shells iby those who occupied it. One morning a young Fusilier
officer was sitting there with the regimental doctor, also a young
man ; and while the heavy shells burrowed and barked and, gobbled
among the tree roots all round them, they discussed the war, which
both hated. The doctor was, and happily is, one of the best" of the
younger bacteriologists, and the officer a great lover of field
natural history. There the two crouched in the dark — for the shell
explosions perpetually blew out the candle — feeling themselves
negative, if not useless, doing the work of a clod of earth, and
likely at any moment to be pulverized by the ploughshare.
' It seems a pity" said the doctor at last, " that you should like
all you like, and I should know all I know, and we two be here"
So at all sorts of times and places does the futility of war breed
revolt in the finer spirits ; but always everywhere it is the finer
spirit that holds out best, and best bears the brutality of
shelling. That has been proved in this war times without number.
Trones Wood introduced to us the grimness of wood fighting. The
Germans bordered it on our side with heavy shells, and kept all the
while within their grip a few trenches by which they could filter
into the fastnesses at will. As soon as our infantry came within
attacking distance of these reinforced garrisons, our artillery was
forced to withdraw its defence, and the enemy was left with the
upper hand. The pear shape of the wood forced attacking troops to
move from different directions, and, as experience in Delville
afterwards proved (indeed, as we had already proved on the way from
the Marne to the Aisne two years before), even regular soldiers
could scarcely avoid the risk of firing at each other. Before my own
eyes, as a foreboding picture of wood fighting, I keep the memory of
a single English soldier who fell to English bullets in a little
wood above the Marne, where his body was found as I reached the
field nearly three weeks later.
Trones Wood remained an unspeakable cemetery for many weeks, for
there, backwards and forwards, our troops and the Germans ebbed and
flowed, each wave leaving behind it dead and wounded tangled in the
undergrowth, like the bodies of seagulls mixed with other flotsam in
the sea-wrack on a leeward shore.
Our own wounded and German wounded each in turn underwent a heavy
shelling from their own guns. In some cases — I know one incredible
experience — the wounded of the two sides fought duels with one
another while they lay or crouched in the undergrowth or in craters,
all the while increased promiscuously by either artillery. The
intensity of our fire on one section of this cemetery was visible
from miles away before the final attack, and the pillars of smoke
served for a suitable background to the flashes and clouds of the
enemy's shrapnel barraging on the near side.
Mametz Wood, taken almost at the same time was in some ways worse,
because bigger ; and " Enter these enchanted woods, Ye who dare."
The Germans had stretched wires like poacher's snares. They had cut
paths and avenues for hidden machine-guns to rake. They had built
caves of Cacus and bristling forts — all this in a forest of
exceptional thickness through which you would hardly care to push
merely for the spidery and weevil fustiness of it.
It was repulsive then and afterwards. As I pushed through it some
days after its capture the flies had settled like a thick, sticky
sediment at the bottom of the shell holes. Once when I jumped into
one on the sound of a singing shell, they lifted some few inches,
like a coverlet raised by a puff of wind, and then settled back in
their original position. Among the horrors of the wood was the wreck
of one of our own aeroplanes.
The wood held us up for many days after the first rush through the
nearer half ; and a second brilliant attack from the eastern side,
which I watched on a day of such singular clearness that I could see
the shadows of the juniper's bushes at a distance sufficient to
reduce the men to the size of beetles. The delay caused much
heart-searching, for we wished to hurry on to the second great
attack finally delivered on 14th July and nothing could be done till
Mametz was ours. It fell at last to Welsh troops, including the
London Welsh. The men were perhaps peculiarly sensitive to the
diabolism of the place. One platoon of these gallant Welshmen were
waiting for the moment of attack with tingling nerves, when one of
their officers fired a Verey-light cartridge from his pistol. At the
top of its flight it lit the jagged trunks looking like giant
skeletons, and as it fell, as it almost touched the undergrowth, it
lit not a skeleton but a live giant. The face was shown up, clear
and ghostly, and the body seemed to partake of the enormity of the
trees. The young officer, himself constantly afraid of being afraid
as are many brave men, had some ado to stop a real panic. For the
first and only time his men began to run away, but the crisis was
momentary. The light died down, and from the ambush of a tree a
petrified voice cried out, " Mercy, Kamerad! " The figure of fear
was a German deserter.
Within a wood all the common sounds and symptoms of war gain terror.
The sense of direction of sound is blurred or distorted. When these
gallant Welshmen were delivering their final triumphant attack, a
single German machine-gun opened fire in the extreme corner of the
wood. Its deadly tap seemed placeless, everywhere and yet nowhere,
echoing off trunks and thrown back by blocks of trees. This single
gun, which was firing not into the wood but across the open, almost
arrested the charge. There was one moment of wavering and then the
terror was converted into an ecstasy of rage. The Welshmen bitted
their imagination and drove straight through the northern space of
the wood, across the trench at the edge and so out into the open.
Thus the wood was won ; but it was not cleared. Two days later a
German officer was discovered in a dugout with stores of food, with
maps and telephone apparatus ; and there is some evidence that he
amused himself with occasional sniping. The clearance work of any
battle-field is both laborious and repulsive. An attack to-day means
so much more than an attack. First, behind an attacking force in
this war, come " the cleaners," as the French call them, who follow
into trenches and dugouts and rake out or burn out or bomb out or
smoke out the hiders and the ambuscaders lying in wait in holes and
earths. After those who attend to the remnant of the living come the
men whose work it is to look after the dead. But a wood surpasses a
trench, and in this great rectangle was no end to the strange
discoveries, from the short-necked howitzer, which could not be
pulled from its lair, to all the pitiful litter of retreat and
defeat.
Like other captured woods, it contained near the northern end a huge
dump for food, letters, and ammunition. Prisoners surrendering here
and in similar places speak with peculiar horror of the thirst they
suffered. In Fricourt Wood men were saved from something near
madness by the thunder rain that made pools in their trenches. Water
is almost always the hardest of supplies to send through a barrage.
Imagine the position of a German soldier shackled by foot and waist
to his machine-gun when the water-carriers failed ; and other
soldiers, as tied by discipline as he by chains, fare little better.
A letter found on one of the prisoners said : " We are shut off from
the rest of the world. Nothing comes to us. No letters. The enemy
keeps such a barrage on all the communications. It's terrible."
For ourselves, when we had taken the place and held it firm, with
trenches out beyond, the wood remained a place of ill-omen.
Cavalrymen and yeomen who went up to help clear and dig trenches
never turned their hand to less lovely employment. Every day and
most of the day the enemy, who knew every inch of the wood, directed
their guns on to crucial spots. Every day and nearly all day you
could see the great black columns rising from the scarred trees, and
hurling dark lumps, which one prayed were no more than wood and
stone, high into air. Here General Williams was killed.
After five months the whole of the wood is probably not explored.
Even one of the guns was not discovered for several weeks.
The Story of Delville Wood
The occupation of Mametz and Trones left us free to attack a wood
that was to have and keep an ugly pre-eminence. In the course of
that most brilliant attack of 14th July the two Bazentin woods and
villages were captured and held " at the first instance " by our
left and centre ; and the right wing began with equal dash and
fortune. The village of Longueval, nursed under the western lea of
the wood, was penetrated, and our South African troops — the most
highly trained, the most athletic men that ever I saw — swept across
the wood. Their charge, in spite of its triumph, was no more than
the prelude to a six weeks' battle, much of it fought on the edges
of the wood, which was completely ditched in. But no association of
troops, no acts of regimental daring surpassed the combination of
South African and Scottish troops in the early fighting.
The South Africans rushed the wood, but the Germans held all the
approaches, many of them quite protected from hostile shell fire.
The remnants of the South Africans who coursed through and avoided
death from snipers first received a mass of shells, and were then
counter-attacked from all sides by an enemy "verminous with bombs."
Our men were at first criticized for not consolidating as they went,
for shirking the trench-digging after the charge. The criticism had
no grounds. The men never had a moment's leisure to use the spade,
and they held every trench they reached till the last possible
moment, perhaps too long. They had their crowded hour of glorious
life, if men ever had ; and the story of the sweep through " Devil's
" Wood, and the push through Longueval village, which itself
dovetails into that wood, will be ever memorable as a feat of arms
in itself and as a triumphant sequel to a twelve days' battle. Our
artillery went through the wood like a mower with his scythe : first
one broad swathe, then a second at a certain remove, and, to
conclude, a third, embracing the last of the wood.
The mowers moved like old-time harvesters and with as steady
progression. But the cutting was rough, as of a crop that had been "
laid " by wind and weather. The wood is thinner to sight than
Mametz, but the floor of it all holes and humps. As the men moved on
through the wood they met with little serious obstruction either
from rifles, machine-guns, or bombs.
Prisoners surrendered ; and our batteries had not fired more than a
few rounds each when sixty Germans dashed from the wood with hands
up. Even the Brandenburgers, of whose prowess the German accounts
were afterwards full, gave themselves up, as they did before on the
Aisne. I was surprised to find that one member of the Prussian Guard
who was among the prisoners was of very small build. The fact was
pointed out to other prisoners from the 102nd Saxons, but they
refused to grant the grandeur of the Prussian. " Lots of the Berlin
men are small like that," they said, The enemy still left in the
wood crouched in shell holes or very shallow trenches, making use of
their time by devising methods of surrender — handkerchiefs tied to
the end of entrenching tools to serve as a white flag, and, in one
case, a Red Cross flag fixed to the end of a stretcher. Some men
went on their knees, and " Kamerad, Kamerad " was heard from many
men too frightened to show their heads or indicate the place of
origin of their ventriloquial cry. One very small Tommy took captive
a group of nine Germans collected in the crater made by a 12-inch
howitzer or some such monster.
When the success of the attack was assured, and behind the third
swathe our troops reached the edge of the wood, they saw the most
cheering of all sights : groups of the enemy — in one case fourteen
— running away up and over the hill, for the wood dips a little at
its far edge. Some were in the open, some in communication trenches
which we could enfilade with eye and rifle, some mere busts of men
flying down trenches not more than three feet deep.
Doubtless the total of flying enemy thus seen was not large, but in
a close war, a war of woods and trenches, the sight of enemy in open
retreat is not often vouchsafed to infantry. They were, however,
enough to keep the rifles busy. One sniper himself accounted for ten
outside the wood.
The troops on the left advanced more slowly. On the village side the
dugouts were many and deep. The orchard redoubt was not yet robbed
of its thorns, and the enemy had a line of infiltration through the
grove that juts out as a protective eaves over the north of the
village. One of these dugouts had three openings, but each was
rilled up by our bursting shells, till one of our doctors scratched
his way into it with a trenching tool, and that was later. Though
the men in the wood were in advance of the men to right and left,
and were a target for the enemy's artillery, they repelled during
the afternoon two very furious and costly counter-attacks. Our own
bombs and ammunition were passed forward with great speed, and the
enemy's machine-guns and bombs were to some extent used against him.
It was thought by several of the men engaged that the Germans had
prepared their trenches with the definite idea of their recapture;
that they had arranged and in some measure concealed stores — bombs,
ammunition, and food — with the idea of being well and handily
supplied when they retook the trench.
The attacks continued with persistence after bouts of heavy
bombardment. Twice the enemy gathered some half-mile away and,
moving through both communication trenches and through the long
grass, drove a very heavy ram of men at our trenches north of the
wood just east of the middle. A few got through into a section about
25 yards long, but all who reached that point were killed — some
bayoneted, some bombed ; and the losses were considerable both in
the advance and the retreat. Some of our men told me that they found
nothing so exhilarating as seeing the enemy gathering for a
counter-attack. Like a good shot in the jungle — and the firing was
good — they felt that the charging beast was dead the moment he
faced the rifle.
Such moments had the Canadians known at Ypres in June — where one
man sniped seventeen Germans — and the Australians round the
Windmill off the Bapaume road. But the position was too hot to hold.
We could not reinforce as the Germans could, and the men were in a
salient. At one time the Germans, with no little skill and daring,
rushed forward a field-gun on the right of the South Africans, fired
it at point-blank range, and escaped untouched.
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