Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Poem ~ Trench Rats - Thursday, 13 January 1916

Source: File:  Ratting: The New Sport in the Trenches. [online] see an original image at: <http://www.rentokil.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Trench-rats-3.jpg> Accessed: 13 January 2016].


Source: File: Ratting: A heap of 600 Rats. [online] see an original image at: <http://www.rentokil.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Trench-rats-3.jpg> Accessed: 13 January 2016].

Another dire factor of trench existence
Came with the presence of rats -
Any shelter or ditch, dug into earth,
Cut into rocks or amid woods,
All suffered sights of such creatures.

Such were the menace of the rats
Being were known to retaliate,
At those chasing them along a trench -
To snap and bite their feet;
Such cases were not isolated events.

Brown or black types of rats became
Ever bolder, like unwanted pets -
Ready to snatch a piece of bread from
Any unwary soldier's hands;
Or crawl over men who fell asleep.

Rats tested their luck on the living,
To leave possible plague
Of Wiel's disease - likely keeping
Away by day, the chance
Rats emerged at night for hunting.

Rain, filth and mud had provided
Ideal places for rats to breed,
Alongside the human inhabitants -
At times being so bad
To drive living souls out of holes.

The sight of such things had once
Sent a French officer to flee
From a comfortable dugout to live
In a damp shelter, where
Corrugated iron kept rats at bay.

A new force dispatched to front
Were presence of terriers,
To back a new type of sport - while
Prohibition of shots did not
Stop the game of bayonet practice.

Likely encouraged by dead rats
Numbers making for
Rewards, at halfpenny each - 8000
Kills by one corps, made
Earnings to a total of 16 pounds.

A tale could be told, how one lucky
Officer had been given
A sprung bed  - as he retired he heard
A scuffle, to shine a light on
Two rats, fighting over a severed hand.

A wounded man might find danger,
If lacking strength or ability,
To be attacked by rodent types - while
At night food cans thrown
Over trenches would rattle by rat noses.

Brown or black, the rats became as big
Cats as they gorged on dead -
The corpse rat breed having feasted
On the unburied, to unnerve
The living in knowing what they did.

Out on patrol one young soldier saw
How they came upon some
Dead, from under greatcoats scurried
Rats - saw closer a grimace face
Lost of flesh; a rat ran out of the mouth.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1916. Trench Improvements - What The French Have Done. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 12 January 1916. P.4. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12085387/Daily-Telegraph-January-12-1916.html [Accessed: 12 January 2016].

Source: File: Encyclopedia - Trench Rats. Online. Available at: <http://www.firstworldwar.com/atoz/rats.htm> Accessed 13 January 2016

Source: File: Rare Historical Photos. Trench rats killed by a terrier, 1916. Online. Available at: < http://rarehistoricalphotos.com/trench-rats-killed-terrier-1916/> Accessed 13 January 2016

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 12 January 2016). 




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