Monday, 22 September 2014

Poem ~ The Besiege of Soissons - Tuesday, 22 September 1914


During their advance on the Marne,
Germans are seen to have fully
Entrenched themselves - formidably,
Into solid ground - anchored by
Concreted emplacements and gun-pits,
Of formidable strength - as explained
By a collective of French Engineers.

Within these cemented bases
Are fierce 16-inch howitzers.
Numbering possibly fifty,
Of the artillery, whose range
Is longer than the Allies.
Similar to their experiences
In South Africa, with a crippling
Lack of artillery power.

Yet all is balanced by the courage,
Of battery crews fighting,
To the last man's determined aim.
Attacks and counter attack,
Waged on for 6 days and 6 nights.
Blasting most heavy at night,
Against the British who take
The brunt of this fighting.

While the casualty list grows,
Each time the enemy come on,
They are forced back with
Grit of determined British steel.
The town of Soissons receives,
The full force of twenty attacks,
And counter attacks - over
24 hours, -the Allies being
Cool headed, decide the enemy
As lacking fighting spirit -

In taking five prisoners,
The Germans begged for mercy -
Yet their force collectively,
Are solidly more formidable.
The artillery of the enemy
Being credited with efficiency.
Except their shells often lack
Explosions, due to poor fuses.

German range finding is helped
By numbers of their aeroplanes.
Flying over the lines bombs fall
On Allies - within 20 minutes,
Is made a barrage of accuracy.
Still in the clothes of civilians,
Are hurriedly recruited French
Postal Telegraph Engineers.
Their belief of fifty howitzers
And siege guns are reasons,
For plugging up the line.

For the long days and nights,
The English are given praise,
By French of  'Le phlegme.'
A vital sticking power before
The hammering of morale.
This stands against the change
Of a weeks weather, where
The allied trenches stand
Waist deep in water -
A sign of things to come-
'Pitiless and incessant' rain
Marked with chilling winds
Coming from N.E. and N.W.

How true is it believed,
That 'Tommy Atkins',
The every man soldier,
Thinks of it all as the 'Beano.'
All a party, to stick it out -
Examples of officer pluck,
Is one of who, had slept,
Beneath shelter of a haycock.
Thought himself very lucky,
As he gives considerations,
To German white elephants,
Of their siege guns being
Stuck heavily in the mud.

In opposing idea of Germans
Needing music bands to rouse
Their men to fight - the British
Troops - need only the shriek
Of shells and thunder of guns,
In their plight - while battle rage
Is for advantages of high ground
Making the north bank of the Aisne,
Will be more decisive than the Marne

In spite of strengthened positions,
The Germans are forced to give
Up ground - against their intention,
For a wedge forced between allies,
In a blow for the fight for Paris.
With the headquarters of the enemy
Believed to be in Mons, regiments
Are advancing through Belgium,
As part of that plan - but the men
Are weary, again the statement
Of German pleasure of capture.

Grit of the British and elan of French
Will soon be added the vigour of India,
And more of the overseas Dominions.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1914. Shelling Soissons - Artillery Duel. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 22 Sept. p.6. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11109694/Daily-Telegraph-September-22-1914.html[Accessed: 22nd September 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 22 September 2014). 



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Ruins of Saint Jean des Vignes Abbey, Soissons 2006


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