The First World War
Discussion
That Rudyard Kipling lost his son in the war is fairly well known.
His short story 'The Gardener' takes two or three minutes to read and always makes it a bit dusty.
In full:
http://www.greatwar.nl/books/gardener/gardener.htm...
His short story 'The Gardener' takes two or three minutes to read and always makes it a bit dusty.
In full:
http://www.greatwar.nl/books/gardener/gardener.htm...
Eric Mc said:
Instead you would have a bloody and imaginable violent Irish civil war to cope with. That would have been fun - and would have almost definitely spilled over onto the British mainland.
There were 300,000 fully armed Irishmen ready to do battle against each other and a British Army on the verge of mutiny, ready to disobey orders from the British government.
In some ways, World War 1 spared Britain and Ireland from this fate.
How would a sectarian war in Ireland spread to Britain?There were 300,000 fully armed Irishmen ready to do battle against each other and a British Army on the verge of mutiny, ready to disobey orders from the British government.
In some ways, World War 1 spared Britain and Ireland from this fate.
Edited by Eric Mc on Tuesday 5th August 18:21
What comes into your mind immediately one hearing the words 'First World War'?
For me, and I bet for many others , it is an image of a whistle blowing and men going over the top to be cut down by German machine guns. Gallant British losers sent by incompetent officers against a ruthless war machine, following the tradition of Isandlwana / Rork's Drift / Charge of the Light Brigade, etc. The mental image is from the Somme and is not representative of the whole war.
What is often not remembered quite as much is that we won the Zulu War, the Crimean War and the First World war by killing a lot more of them than they did us. Gallant defeats make for better poetry than victories.
In WW2, after Dunkirk, we were on the winning side most of the time so less opportunity for pale mawkish poets to colour our perception.
For me, and I bet for many others , it is an image of a whistle blowing and men going over the top to be cut down by German machine guns. Gallant British losers sent by incompetent officers against a ruthless war machine, following the tradition of Isandlwana / Rork's Drift / Charge of the Light Brigade, etc. The mental image is from the Somme and is not representative of the whole war.
What is often not remembered quite as much is that we won the Zulu War, the Crimean War and the First World war by killing a lot more of them than they did us. Gallant defeats make for better poetry than victories.
In WW2, after Dunkirk, we were on the winning side most of the time so less opportunity for pale mawkish poets to colour our perception.
Defeat, pain, suffering, sacrifice makes for better poetry than aggression, killing, stabbing, winning and winner's guilt.
Here is a poem about winning in WW1:
Wilfred Gibson (1878-1962)
"Back"
They ask me where I've been,
And what I've done and seen.
But what can I reply
Who know it wasn't I,
But someone just like me,
Who went across the sea
And with my head and hands
Killed men in foreign lands...
Though I must bear the blame,
Because he bore my name.
Gibson did not serve in France but took his inspiration from talking to soldiers.
Here is another a 1917 poem by Thomas Hardy encouraging people to join up and regretting that he was not young enough to do so:
Up and be doing, all who have a hand
To lift, a back to bend. It must not be
In times like these that vaguely linger we
To air our vaunts and hopes; and leave our land
Untended as a wild of weeds and sand.
- Say, then, "I come!" and go, O women and men
Of palace, ploughshare, easel, counter, pen;
That scareless, scathless, England still may stand.
Would years but let me stir as once I stirred
At many a dawn to take the forward track,
And with a stride plunged on to enterprize,
I now would speed like yester wind that whirred
Through yielding pines; and serve with never a slack,
So loud for promptness all around outcries!
I think we can agree that poems about sacrifice and sorrow have a quality that the others do not, hence they have lasted longer and coloured our perception.
Here is a poem about winning in WW1:
Wilfred Gibson (1878-1962)
"Back"
They ask me where I've been,
And what I've done and seen.
But what can I reply
Who know it wasn't I,
But someone just like me,
Who went across the sea
And with my head and hands
Killed men in foreign lands...
Though I must bear the blame,
Because he bore my name.
Gibson did not serve in France but took his inspiration from talking to soldiers.
Here is another a 1917 poem by Thomas Hardy encouraging people to join up and regretting that he was not young enough to do so:
Up and be doing, all who have a hand
To lift, a back to bend. It must not be
In times like these that vaguely linger we
To air our vaunts and hopes; and leave our land
Untended as a wild of weeds and sand.
- Say, then, "I come!" and go, O women and men
Of palace, ploughshare, easel, counter, pen;
That scareless, scathless, England still may stand.
Would years but let me stir as once I stirred
At many a dawn to take the forward track,
And with a stride plunged on to enterprize,
I now would speed like yester wind that whirred
Through yielding pines; and serve with never a slack,
So loud for promptness all around outcries!
I think we can agree that poems about sacrifice and sorrow have a quality that the others do not, hence they have lasted longer and coloured our perception.
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