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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Poem ~ Atrocities - Wednesday, 26 August 1914


Turning on their solemn assurance,
Of treading on Belgium soil with respect,
Comes account after account,
Of German’s turn to savage attacks.
But Belgium remains defiant to stoop,
Below any legitimate warfare customs.
Crushed or beaten Belgium quotes
An English King to say ‘we'll never be enslaved.’

The Minister of Belgium states
That when the invasion began,
Placards were placed in all towns (and press),
Villages and hamlets, warning the people,
To abstain from any kind of hostility,
Towards any movement of enemy troops.
Meanwhile the German authorities state
That grave 'imputations' will be treated,
And dire reprisals will be made,
Against attitudes of any Belgium civilian.

Imputations are in opposition
To the facts and no threats will stop
Belgium Government protesting of crimes
Against any children, women and old men.
Too many accounts have been given
To their inquiry of German troops.
The Belgium Ministry of Justice,
Looks gravely on these war crimes.
As upon the following reports
They have received.

The village of Linsmeau witnessed
The fight of Belgian infantry and Gendarmes,
Against the occupying German Cavalry;
With one enemy officer being killed.
The population took no part
In the fighting of that day, but the village
Was again invaded on 10 August,
By a German force of Artillery,
Cavalry and machine guns.

The Burgomaster of Linsmeau assured
The Germans the villagers took no part,
In the previous fighting - but this did not
Pacify the enemy intent on destruction.
Targeting two farms and six houses
These were burnt down to the ground.

Then the male villagers were made
To come forward to give up any arms.
None were found, but un-pacified
The enemy divided the men into 3 groups.
Eleven men being forced into a ditch.
They were later found with their heads
Smashed by the butt of German rifles.

The people of Velm went to sleep,
On the night of August 10, when roused,
By a great company of German Cavalry.
Upon entering their town they turned
On one particular house -
Breaking in to loot and destroy belongings,
They turned on the farmyard.
Burning barns, implements and six oxen.

Then they took the man and woman,
Two miles away, in opposite directions.
The half dressed lady they released.
As she fled the firing of dancing shots,
Kicked the air and dust around her;
But she was not hit.
The man being also fired upon.
Being injured he was left to die.

At Neerhespen an old man,
Having his arm sliced, was then hanged,
Upside down, only to be burned alive. 
Elsewhere at a place called Orsmael,
Inhabitants were made to suffer mutilation.
As the children were brutally maltreated.

So come accounts of other atrocities,
On both civilian and soldiers.
Commandant Van Damme lay wounded,
As infantry fired revolvers into his mouth.
So come in stories every other day,
As they spread across towns, the people
Flee from their homes in terror,
Running for their lives, to become refugees.

by Jamie Mann

Anon., 1914. German Savagery - Official Story of Belgium Horrors - Grim Details. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 26 Aug. p.6. Col.5. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11034816/Daily-Telegraph-August-26-1914.html [Accessed: 26th August 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 26 August 2014). 



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Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Poem ~ The Burning of Boncelles - Thursday, 13 August 1914


Around the city of Liege the fighting war continued.
In its wake fighting swallowed unsuspecting places.
Such one small Belgian town, Boncelles,
Was to have a dreadful fate...

The resting people of Boncelles had retired for the night
As Darkness fell, clouds darkened any sign of a moon
An unsuspecting people, were soon to be greatly disturbed.
In the quiet deserted streets boots began to tread and thud
Amid the darkened houses, came a Belgian officer,
An engineer, leading a quiet army of sappers who knocked
Urgently and ferociously on every door of every house.
A shaky people were summoned outdoors into darkness,
Where the engineering officer gave dreadful explanation,
For the town’s fort to operate guns without obstruction,
Every house Boncelles had to be cleared with no exception.
So it was each home was to be hurriedly burned down.

The fort had every authority in the destruction of houses.
But it was that during the day no warning had been given,
As the officer addressed the people the sappers began.
Under orders each soldier hurried into each house,
Carrying wood and petrol - to throw beneath the stairs,
Wood piled and then soaked with stench of petrol.
The Belgian soldier that conveyed this reality in a letter
To his brother in South Wales, to say how the English
Cannot grasp such horrors and tragedies of war
Unlike Belgium, having often been the battlefield of Europe.

This man, Waroquiers, at first hand saw the shock and grief
Of women and children. He states  ‘All they do is weep.’
At this painful time many went to the church to pray for hope.
Others begged the soldiers for time to gather furniture,
For what little they had – but taken firmly by the arm
They were led weeping outside as sappers pushed by.
By touch of torch, petrol ignited each house was soon ablaze.

A distraught woman tried to rush back inside for some photo,
Or other souvenir or precious object, but was ordered back
By the soldiers. As fires began the dark clouds of a dark sky,
Maybe in equal weeping of the people’s loss, began to pour.
Some rain dampened fires extinguished so the soldiers,
Striking rifle bayonets into petrol soaked cotton, hurried
To smash windows and reignite each waning house fire.
‘All they did was weep’ the soldier Waroquiers watched flames.

He saw how helpless men folk watched with wife and child.
One such man, in some strange stupor stepped aside
The burning of their home - then as if he had gone mad,
Rushed across to assist the soldiers in the burning down
Of homes. At his example others now took up torches.
By the midnight hour came the sound of the ringing bells
Of Boncelles church, where the people had been praying.

But now gathered wood piled high about alter, into the tower
Once lit dancing flames rocked the bells in dreadful fate,
Engulfing fire made climbed and danced towards the night.
Soon this aged tower crumbled and caved in a smoking heap.
With surrounding trees cut down around a burning town,
Boncelles, a place of home and life now laid to terrible waste.

It would seem destruction had given the enemy strange victory
So this tactic carried out now the fort’s guns had no obstruction,
All for the sake of Belgium guns.
Waroquiers had followed orders and assisted in the task
His eyes had watched the burning of his town as he promised,
‘I shall never forget the sight of it.’

by Jamie Mann



Anon., 1914. What War Means - Terrible Scenes in a Belgian Town. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 13 Aug. p.3. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11025934/Daily-Telegraph-August-13-1914.html [Accessed: 13th August 2014].


Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 13 August 2014). 



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Monday, 11 August 2014

Poem ~ Friendly Fire on Southsea House - Tuesday, 11 August 1914




There came a turnaround of a few days before,
Where by the resorts by an English sea,
Carry on with holiday life in virtual normality.
Such places though are not as safe as may seem,
As in a moment a stray shell from an offshore fort,
Found its way to damage a house in quiet Southsea.

A practice shell at Spithead from a 6 inch gun,
Strayed from Spithead then to ricochet into a lawn.
By luck the owners were away, as damage was done.
All windows were smashed and a wall blown down.
With trees and bushes uprooted while the roof was hit,
As was that of a neighbour - the railings were cut,
And the gate was turned into matchwood.

While a splendid response to army recruitment,
Is reported with 3,000 stepping forward each day:
But a month will be needed to meet Kitchener's needs.
So a full-page advert takes centre stage calling out
For 100,000 men, between 19-30 years of age:
Meanwhile across Belgium Boy scouts go to war.

by Jamie Mann

Anon., 1914. Shell Explodes - Damage at Southsea. The Daily Telegraph, 11 Aug. p.10. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/1914/august/11022573/Daily-Telegraph-August-11-1914.html [Accessed: 11th August 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 11 August 2014). 



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Sunday, 10 August 2014

Poem ~ Sweeping Out the Enemy at Altkirch - Monday, 10 August 1914

This day boast of brilliant bayonet charges,
By battle eager French cavalry and troops,
Against advancing German cavalry, who face
Brazen despots invaders of Belgian borders,
Reporting success upon success in Alsace.
Outflanked the Germans halt on the Meuse,
As in those battles of old, charged the French,
Hurling forward, in fearless bayonet charges -
That enemy found their front compromised.

Soon the Ministry of War in Paris gives report
How a German Brigade in control of Altkirch,
Fled in fright at sight of French bayonets,
Who bore down on enemy entrenchments.
Routed out from a second line of defence,
The enemy was chased through the city,
By a charging Dragoon Regiment,
Swept out Germans who withdrew in haste,
Out towards Walheim they fled.
Only by darkness did this enemy escape,
Stumbling, depleted with their heavy losses.

In that ancient Alsatian city of Altkirch
French troops received a rapturous welcome
From a population truly grateful - old men
Of an 1870 war keenly embraced young men.
In lack of lingering Germans as expected,
This French Brigade advanced on Malhausen.
Here people with flags greeted them keenly,
As the cavalry galloped through the city
Routing out any remaining German rearguard.

Once again the Germans took to their heels,
Again to retreat, now back to Neu Briesach –
With success comes the cry Alsace has risen!
General Joffre spoke to make a grand speech
Of such magic words as Justice and liberty 
With honour to free their noble Belgian soil.
Stand up to cry Vive la France Vive l’Alsace!
South of the Meuse these engagements
Showed advantage of tactical training,
Cavalry charges are a success for French. 

Such accounts as these show French bravery.
A larger unit of German Officer and 22 Uhlans
Encounter a smaller section of French cavalry.
The French officer takes up the advantage
Of that hesitating enemy leadership.
In sudden charge he pistols the German Officer
The 22 Uhlans left without their officer flee.
Again comes the cry Alsace has risen!
Stand and state 'Vive la France Vive l’Alsace!'

by Jamie Mann.

Anon., 2014. Daily Telegraph August 10 1914. The Telegraph, [online] 10 Aug. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11019859/Daily-Telegraph-August-10-1914.html [Accessed: 10th August 2014].


Anon., 1914. German Defeat in Alsace. Official Statement by the French War Office. The Daily Telegraph, 10 Aug. p.7. 

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 10 August 2014). 


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