Thursday, 30 April 2015

Poem ~ America: An Outside View - Friday, 30 April 1915


While Admiring the British stance, America wished to remain neutral - but for how long?
Impression sketch of 'I Didn't Raise My Boy To Be A Soldier" 1915 sheet music cover by Jamie Mann. Note: A popular song in the United States. the original image can be seen at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_entry_into_World_War_I#/media/File:IDidntRaiseMyBoyToBeASoldierCoverMorton.jpeg

Mr William Shepherd had something to say,
In the United Press of America, for the army
Of the English - on reporting from the British
Army Headquarters in Northern France.

The US impression is that Tommy Atkins,
Universal English soldier, then equalled
By John Bull – professional Tommy meets
non-professional John - whose arrival as
A pre war everyday citizen, now walked
European soil, in hundreds of thousands.

While Mr Kipling has sung plenty about
Tommy A, John B has yet to have a song;
The man who believes his castle is his
Home, the very belief that took him there.

John B is the man with a wife and child,
Who reads newspapers, has a garden
Who talks over politics and pays his tax.
This man who daily travels to the office,
All of which is done in times of peace.

It was possible to find with few minutes,
About the headquarters, this said man -
Equal to any readers neighbour, who was
A clerk, a conductor, a lawyer or fellow,
Who weeds a garden on a summer day.

William Shepherd told how he could find
Such a man in shade of a wooden cross;
In a nearby field cemetery, who came
Out to do a job, which he then finished.
Or on the street John Bull walks about
In khaki, to be armed with rifle or gun.

The castle is the living man's metaphor;
For everyman's home, be they Belgium,
French or English – the home is sacred
Shelter to be protected from enemies.

In simplistic viewpoints over volunteers,
Shepherd states how every man jack,
Of the hundreds and thousands, thought
It through before walking into the offices
Of recruitment asking for his army place.

The thought is no American can miss out,
On the thrill, gained in being among the
English army – he is his own man’ man
Dressed in English Khaki, while being
fully responsible to superiors; it is home.

Home, where all castle homes stand in
Jeopardy - The English John Bull seen
As a thinker - a man who can work out
Problems, beliefs or duty whose answer
Is to be a fully fledged khaki soldier.

William Shepherd warns against John B
Of Tommy A, always singing Tipperary,
Or ever ready for fight or frolicking - there
Is none of this - that awaits him at home;
John B is earnest in being there to fight.

The music will come with the job done.
William Shepherd found the thrill of elbow
Against elbow with the eager volunteer
Army of Britain - knowing there are two
Powers in the world with such army's;
Great Britain and the United States.

In witness to the past, long British winter
Were seen men in Derby and silk hats,
In short and long coats, in street shoes
And hunting boots, marching and drilling.
Those determined faces were now there,
Wearing caps, loyal to the Kings Khaki.

The English army at the Front are there
Because they wanted to be  - because
Forces in themselves and determination,
Drives them - so the audience of American
People are told of the 1915 English soldier.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. America’s View of Our New Army – Impressions at the Front. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 30 Apr. P.10. Col.3. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11561799/Daily-Telegraph-April-30-1915.html [Accessed: 30 April 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 30 April 2015). 



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Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Poem ~ How to Make a Gas Mask - Thursday, 29 April 1915


Source: File: Two types of gas makes to make at home. jpg. The Daily Telegraph, [online] P.3. Col.3-4. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11561784/Daily-Telegraph-April-29-1915.html [Accessed: 29 April 2015].

An odd thing occurs in war,  
When an appeal is made,
For households to produce
Vital soldier's equipment.

The War Office had issued
Requests for protections,
To be made against new
German weapons of war.

Two types of respirators,
Might easily be produced -
An oblong pad may make
A mouth and nostril cover.

3 in by ¾ in. by 5 ½ in. 
Absorbent cotton Wool –
Bleached, covered by 3
Layers of cotton gauze.

Then a band will hold this
About the head, to keep
In place - made of ½ in.
Cotton elastic 16 in. long.

Alternatively, comes the
Makeshift idea, of double
Stockinette, 9 ½ in. long and
3 ½ in. wide narrow to 2 ½ in.
  
Attached at each end will be
Thick plaited worsted 5 in.,
Attached at each end, to loop
Over the ears to stop all gas.

Illustrations were provided
Of a soldier, wearing each
Alternatives for the home
Industrial gas mask makers.

All seems a little amateurish -
For almost a privately funded
War - furthermore an address
Is given to send in batches.

Requests for 100 of homemade
Respirators, to ordnance officer.
All having little, or no chance,
Of saving lives of their soldiers.

So what about eye protection?
Illustration A is a mock up made
By Ms. Boroughs And Wellcome.
Picture B gives stockinette look.

All being the unofficial image
With B possibly being marginally
Better fashion, until experiments
Decide on lack of effectiveness.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. An Appeal for Respirators. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 29 Apr. P.3. Col.3-4. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11561784/Daily-Telegraph-April-29-1915.html [Accessed: 29 April 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 29 April 2015). 



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Poem ~ Deadly Silent Bombs - Thursday, 29 April 1915



Impression Sketch; Gas attack - By Jamie Mann. An original images can be seen at: http://www.wereldoorlog1418.nl/gasoorlog/gifgasslachtoffers.html

As one Canadian told his story of silent bombs,
The troopers were entrenched about Ypres,
Whose skills at digging to make trenches were
Noted -to be complimented by General French.

With everyman in the pink, ready as a fit fiddle,
All anxious to fight – setting up their machine
Guns, the chance came and they fired in their
Positions about the Belgium town of St. Julien.

This action worked as an attraction for reply -
As did presence of Red Cross – Shrapnel fire
Started to fizz down and susceptible officers
Despite their wounds  - fell as men in action.

Troopers clung onto the triggers and kept guns
Rattling – the Canadian Highlanders told how
Three close shells burst - to strike him on the leg
And head – A reminder to know what war was.

In honesty of warfare came the unknown, shells
Cracked like eggs in the air, to release a green
Yellow vapour – they came in numbers and did
Not disperse – a small ‘puff’, spread into clouds.

The strange vapour grew heavier; it spread then
Descended, appearing like a mist that hangs
Over water at sundown - the belief was that this
Acted as attack screen - they fired into the mist.

A surprise of seeing the strange cloud in the air
Left it unfolded drifting as a silent shroud,  as it
Rolled down into the trench - a stench of fumes
Gripped the throat, throwing irritation into noses 

Eyes forced to shut - was a question of the smell
An easy question proved difficult to make answer.
He said, a mild version chemical works was only
Comparable effects; mostly the wounded suffered.

The most helpless lying suffocated in condensed
Air - everything was covered in its path by powder.
Such an effects were impossible to continue life.
The Canadian had struggled to stand with his leg.

His blood from the wound on his head mixed with
Tears, caused by fumes  - in decision to move
He damaged the machine gun and began to crawl
Unsure if he was moving towards enemy direction.

To do what he could for an injured pal the Canadian
Dragged him along with him, so they reached a field
Station-despite efforts for the man he died, knowing
Himself luck to live; his wounds were then healing.

As he spoke the irritation from the green vapours lay
In his stomach – The young Canadian Highlander
Expressed keenness to get back - to help to regain
Their places that the Canadian forces had suffered.

This brave Canadian believed that his home country
Would raise more volunteers, to step forth for every
Loss - the news of the fog bombs would encourage
Those men wanting to fight in an 'above belt' war.

From the Doctor's view the report was that these
Canadians were the most happy wounded-amongst
their number one cheery fellow having lost both
Hands, when a shell hit, as he used a machine gun.

Even this man without any hands pleaded to return
In order that he could be useful – many are ready
To die for the old country – their true loyalty will fill
Places until they all return home to honour scars.

The Doctor's job was then to fix them all up to send
Them back into the line; this was where Canadian
Men want to go - while the man spoke of the bombs
Easily enough, he reluctantly spoke of his friend.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. Poison Bombs - Canadian's Experience - Heroic Conduct. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 29 Apr. P.7. Col.1. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11561784/Daily-Telegraph-April-29-1915.html [Accessed: 29 April 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 29 April 2015). 



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Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Poem ~ Strange Vapours - Wednesday, 28 April 1915


Impression Sketch; Gas attack - By Jamie Mann. 

With a casual turn of phrase came words
Of a young Canadian Highlander, whose
Experience glanced over gallantry  - thus
Being a daily occurrence across frontlines.

In the renewed fight about Ypres Belgian,
By the Canadian forces, this Highlander
Took a hit in the head and a knee; results
Of shrapnel flying about the turgid air.

Slowed down by the pain, the Canadian
Kept conscious to make observations -
When suddenly gas bombs fell about -
He watched as these bombs opened up.

As in a ripened crop of seeding flowers,
A yellow, green vapour mass floundered,
Lying like a gentle mist across ground -
In fascination he watched as it crept.

Any thoughts of a likely faulty bomb went,
As the hue enveloped him - to make him
Completely blind – about him in over ripe
Mist men began to drop down to ground.

Coughing, choking on the acrid effect
Of foul fumes - the Canadian struggled
All to flounder and recover - he crawled
Away – finding in his path a chilled sight.

Another Canadian lay, his face in part
Shot away by shrapnel cuts – he pulled
And dragged him to a field ambulance
Station – later to learn the man had died.

Linking both Canadian and French lines
A regiment of French troops suffered,
As the ‘creeping death fumes’ worked
Their choking way into soldier’s lungs.

The fumes that overwhelmed the hold
Of the line weakened them, so that
Heavy losses resulted in the fight,
Against a looming German presence.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. A Canadian’s Heroism – Effects of the Poison Bombs. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 28 Apr. P.8. Col.7. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11561770/Daily-Telegraph-April-28-1915.html [Accessed: 28 April 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 28 April 2015). 



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