I watched a documentary about the lives of soldiers in "the Great War". It was a pretty poor documentary and most of it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, but a couple of things struck me in new ways.
1. Trench warfare, it seems to me, is a stunning display of the insanity of war. Bring two armies of men together along a front and stick them in
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The result of all of this was the development of the tank; an armored mobile unit that was immune to small arms fire and could roll over trenches.
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They say that Europe lost a whole generation of men
Yeah. It's all over European literature of the 1920s. One consequence was sort of the opposite of what happened in the time of the Boxer Rebellion in China: there was a severe gender imbalance among people in their 20s and 30s, with all kinds of weird cultural consequences.
My father describes traveling in France in the '60s, and seeing that every tiny village had a WWII memorial with hundreds of names on it.
When Americans wax snarky about the cowardly French rolling over in WWII, they don't understand how crushing WWI had been. They'd lost an entire generation. They'd built the fortifications of the Maginot Line to prevent it from happening again, and the Germans swept past it like it wasn't even there. They couldn't bring themselves to go through that again ... and then lose, this time.
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Yeah, I do actually understand all that. Still... You want someone to have rapped the leaders about the head and said "HEY. This. Is. Not. Working!"
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THE REAR-GUARD
(Hindenburg Line, April 1917.)
Groping along the tunnel, step by step,
He winked his prying torch with patching glare
From side to side, and sniffed the unwholesome air.
Tins, boxes, bottles, shapes too vague to know,
A mirror smashed, the mattress from a bed;
And he, exploring fifty feet below
The rosy gloom of battle overhead.
Tripping, he grabbed the wall; saw some one lie
Humped at his feet, half-hidden by a rug,
And stooped to give the sleeper's arm a tug.
"I'm looking for headquarters." No reply.
"God blast your neck!" (For days he'd had no sleep,)
"Get up and guide me through this stinking place."
Savage, he kicked a soft, unanswering heap,
And flashed his beam across the livid face
Terribly glaring up, whose eyes yet wore
Agony dying hard ten days before;
And fists of fingers clutched a blackening wound.
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nevermind.
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I really love the "Britannia" one. That is a Goddess for sure.
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