Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Poem ~ A Tale of Charing Cross - Thursday, 18 February 1915


'A large sign requests 'Quiet for the Wounded' outside Charing Cross Hospital at Agar Street, London, in September 1914. Heavy traffic had been diverted to minimise noise in the street. '

Source: File: 'Quiet for the Wounded'.jpg, 2015. The Long, Long Trail The British Army in the Great War of 1914-1918 The military hospitals at home. [online] Available at:<http://www.1914-1918.net/hospitals_uk.htm> [Accessed: 18 February 2015].

Source: File: 'Wounded arrive at Hospital railway station in 1915'.jpg, 2015. The Long, Long Trail. Caledonian Railway Association Forum. The British Army in the Great War of 1914-1918. The military hospitals at home. [online] Available at:<www.crassoc.org.uk> [Accessed: 18 February 2015].

In the tenth year since a station roof collapse
Charing Cross rail station witnessed another
Difficult event  - Previously in 1905, a tragedy
Having occurred, had killed six as the curve
Of the roof being worked, cracked to collapse.
Crushing four passenger trains - the removal
Of the curved roof was replaced by a utility
Structure, made of a furrow roof and girders.
Under this very roof of a February day in1915
Came sombre arrival of injured soldiers of war.

For these passengers at the start of the end
Of their journey, left from the Netherlands
From the port of Flushing at Vlissingen,
To Britain and Folkstone - In a long tiring
Journey. These ex-prisoners had endured
A rainstorm at sea with a south-westerly
Gale force wind making for rough crossing,
Adding to the wounded soldier's sufferings.

The bleak train with the large red marks
Of crosses weaved in an English countryside
Its time of arrival unknown - by knowledge
Of the War Office, or each station it passed.
The uncharted train had no timetable but
Its own - its vague capital arrival would be
Some time within the Wednesday evening.

Perhaps the ghosts of a 1905 vendor seller
And roof workmen watched, as the black
Engine heaved its weary load of carriages
Dimly into a waiting Charing Cross Station -
A long shadow in a winter night with stark
Slash of blood red marks that decorated
Each side of each hospitalised carriage.

The uncertain time of late evening arrival
Had led to a few remaining people waiting
To welcome the soldiers home - at 10.30 pm
Two hours later that expected the smoking
Engine sighed, in the shed of Charing Cross.
Moods of soldier’s departure, months before,
In songs, flags, cheery waves of hope, gone.

The halted carriages scarred by their vivid
Red logos told of their containment - men
Carefully selected by the German powers,
Exchanged for their own wounded soldiers.
Returned those, who no matter what kind
Of treatment, could never again be formed
Once more into an effective force of fighters
Each carriage was filled with attendants,
Nurses and their wounded convoy of men.

Without delay the process began to move
These soldiers from the train to begin them
On a final stage, to various destinations
An operation by private motor and rows
Of ambulances - the Scottish Red Cross
Society awaited them on Villiers Street.
They started to emerge most immobile
Reliant on stretchers and their carriers.

With only official presence allowed within
The area of the platform those few people
Of expectant friends or family were unable
To make any claim to the men conveyed
Across and out of the station - as more
Crowds built to look, a police presence
Prompted them back in respectful silence,
As the serious conditions of the injured
Passed before them, in evidence of war.

With the class system being maintained
Names of seven officers were reported,
While the number of men numbering 93 -
A hundred men emerged pale and tired,
Yet as cheerful as many tried with one
Man said he was 'delighted to be home
Again’- In subdued cheer, out they came
Under watchful civilians, who may have
Had shown varied nervous expressions.

They had all come from various centres
Of their captivity - spending most of their
Time in enemy hospitals since gaining
Such wounds in the early months of war
Little conversational effort was made, yet
Some said that their medical treatment
Had not lead to complaint from them -
In contrast to ordinary prisoners of war.

With most wounded men carried, only
A few men were able to walk, with aid
From attendants, or stiff use of crutches
Some soldiers seen had lost their legs,
Either one or both and some arms gone.
For perhaps those that saw were those
Men who had lost their sight of either
One or both eyes - their conditions then
Emphasised by the sanitised bright white
Bandages about their limbs and heads.

Civilians in sad stares upon a cavalcade
Of men in partial uniforms - astonished
Looks of one side, as on the other side
Expressions of efforts to carry selves
Or to be carried from the dim night light
Of Charing Cross out onto dim streets.

Yet within a raised spirit of being amid
Their own country men was to keep a lid
On sympathy and grief, for men broken
By war to hide them away  - perhaps
Into the arms of nurses to try and make
Them sound again like many broken toys.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. Charing Cross – A silent Greeting. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 18 Feb. P.9. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11411756/Daily-Telegraph-February-18-1915.html [Accessed: 18 February 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 1 February 2015). 



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