Saturday, 31 October 2015

Poem ~ Mongrel Hero - Sunday, 31 October 1915


Impression sketch of Zouave's mongrel dog  - by Jamie

Situated in the Ile e France and the eastern
Suburbs of Paris, lay Nogent Sur Marne,
Close to the commune Maison Blanche -
A quiet name for an asylum house.

With peace gone by 1914, all these
Inmates were relocated to Brittainy -
For Maison Blanche to take a new role
In the recovery of disabled French soldiers.

The number of 750 men became residents,
Whose recovery involved expeditions,
In friends motor cars to Paris centre -
Only 10 kilometres away - lost limbs,

Did not stop their cheerfulness.
As they could be seen in the Paris
Streets as something ‘pathetic’ - yet
They prove their resilient to conditions.

Within Maison Blanche, those soldiers
That were, worked in a workshop
And learned to adapt in trades.
A man who had lost both legs,

Along with his right and left
Hands, except the thumb, learned
To hold a brush between the stump
And thumb in order to paint pottery.

By this method he began to earn a
A small income - while another
Man, having been a sculptor
Stonemason, used plaster,

In making models with his left
Hand he worked with comrades
To number four - all with both arms
To produce work in making 10f a day.

Another resident of the Maison Blanche
Was a mongrel dog, who lived there
With his disabled master, a Zouave
Who had been in light infantry.

Coming from Algeria, at wars
Start, he insisted on taking his
Dog with him to the French front -
Both lived together in the trenches.

The Zouave, in rank of sergeant, one
Night went on a reconnaissance
Mission, with six other men -
Close to a heavy explosion,

The seven men became buried
Beneath a mass of earth - by some
Sense in missing his master, the dog
Left the trenches to seek this Zouave.

In realisation his master was in danger,
The mongrel found the place where
Where they were buried and began
To dig - until he found his master.

Seeing the shrapnel wound on
His leg, the dog instinctively began
To lick this – which the surgeons later
Said had prevented onset of gangrene.

Popular with all the soldiers, this dog
Proved a good poacher, in catching
Hares – close by, some stretcher
Bearers heard his dog barking,

With howling yelps – to believe
That he had caught another hare.
So that these men went out to find
The dog guarding the Zouave and men.

The party brought back all wounded
Soldiers to safety - The injured
Zouave taken to a hospital
To have a leg amputated.

Distraught for the company
Of his companion, the Zouave
Insisted his dog was brought to
Him, or that he would let himself die.

With the operation done the dog
Slept on his bed, then together
They lived at Maison Blanche
The Zouave with one leg.

Described as a curious looking
Animal, the Zouave told that there
Was in him a breed of a pointer, along
A fox terrier and another mystery strain.

The mongrel dog of Maison Blanche, wore
A silver collar and medal, presented by
The Blue Cross - with intelligent eyes
He was a heroic mongrel amid men.


by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. The Zouave's Dog. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 29 October. P.11. Col.4. Available at:  http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11955418/Daily-Telegraph-October-29-1915.html  [Accessed: 31 October 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 31 October 2015). 



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