Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Remember To Remember*

Leaving Paris, the train to Luxembourg tracked the Marne River valley, rolling eastwards through the Champagne region and then veered north to Reims. I recall glimpsing the famous cathedral -- not at night but in harsh daylight. But what I remembered the most (and hadn't foreseen) were the haunted place names along that ride. The names confronted me through the train window one-by-one as stops along the way: place names like Verdun-sur-Meuse. This map shows how the train's route between Paris and Luxembourg crossed the Western Front of the First World War:
The French paid a costly human price at Verdun but prevailed. The British mostly fought further north in Flanders, but they also fought around the world. Around a million or so British and Commonwealth men died in the First World War, or about 2% of her population. Other nations lost more and others lost fewer--but all were lost.

Britain was unprepared for land war in 1914. Her traditional military policy had been to have the strongest navy and to field an army just large enough to police the empire and to protect the home islands from invasion. The Royal Navy had adequate manpower, but her army was a different story. Britain had not fought a war on the continent since the Napoleonic Wars. And unlike the Continental armies, her troops were volunteers. They were highly trained and disciplined, and were commanded by a well qualified and highly educated officer corps. Yale historian J. M. Winter explains:
Social class position determined military rank in the early days of the war. Men from the upper and upper middle classes were likely to enlist earlier than men of more modest means; elites passed the rudimentary medical examinations at greater rates and joined the officer corps largely because they were deemed the right sort of people to do so. Since the officer casualty rates as a whole were about twice as high as those of men in the ranks, it follows that the higher a man was in the social scale in 1914 Britain, the greater his chances of joining the 'Lost Generation.' 
~ J. M. Winter, War Letters of Fallen Englishmen 
Years later, around 1997, my wife and I visited London together. We parted ways the first day with different agenda. She went to an art museum while I went straight away to the Imperial War Museum. I walked there from Chelsea, up and along the Thames and past the Houses of Parliament (perfectly timed with noontime chimes from Big Ben). I spent the entire afternoon there alone, viewing the machinery and materiels and remembering the men and the horrors that I read about as a boy. I remembered that haunted train ride. I still think about it around this time every year.
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*Originally posted here.

Today is the 100th anniversary of Britain's march on Baghdad, the capital of what was then called Mesopotamia. The British conquest of Iraq and the concomitant dissolution of the Ottoman Empire led directly to the modern state of Iraq -- for better or for worse.

Most of the action in late 1915 was on the eastern front and in the Balkans and Mediterranean theaters. The Allies were gearing up for the first major offense in Europe which commenced the following spring at Verdun on February 21, 1916.

3 comments:

edutcher said...

The big show was the Marne.

Like Moscow in '41, it was Germany's only real chance to win.

Fail there and the French and British Empires, as well as the Russian, with their reserves of men and resources would grind down the Hun in a war of attrition.

They were highly trained and disciplined, and were commanded by a well qualified and highly educated officer corps.

Not really. The War Office didn't think the average draftee capable of absorbing the necessary training and gave them a watered-down version of what the professionals had gotten. Many of the "Pals", battalions recruited from cities and towns across Britain, went into action with only the barest rudiments of what they needed to know.

When that first offensive came, at a place called the Somme, His Majesty would see 60,000 of his Pals killed or wounded in a single day, a loss Britain would never forget.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

And Thank you Chick.

deborah said...

Thank you chick, very nice.

I guess it's a thing that names of war cities evoke emotions. My dad served in Nam, so names like Saigon and Da Nang have a mysterious sound to me. When the US went to Iraq and we heard names like Fallujah and Tikrit, I thought of the kids whose Dads were away in the fight, and how they feel hearing these names.