Showing posts with label 1914_1116. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1914_1116. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Poem ~ Tsar Nicholas and the Wounded - Friday, 18 December 1914

 
   
Source: File: Czar Nicholas II of Russia, circa 1914.jpg, Book Review: 'George, Nicholas and Wilhelm: Three Royal Cousins and the Road to World War One' by Miranda Carter [online] (updated April 24, 2011 By Martin Rubin, Los Angeles Times) Available at: <http://articles.latimes.com/2011/apr/24/entertainment/la-ca-miranda-carter-20110424> Accessed: 18 December 2014].

Intimate images sent back
From the Caucasus area,
Depicted the ‘Little Father’
Of the Russian people.
The Tsar and his army -
Emperor and peasant -
To meet on common ground.

On the Border of Europe
And Asia – The Caucasus
Campaign had unfolded,
Since early November -
The Bergmann Offensive,
Being launched against
The Ottoman Empire.

With Armenians rushing
To join the Russian ranks -
Willingly giving their blood,
To fight for freedoms
From Nicholas, The Tsar.
Comes a call for the Russian
Flag to fly over Bosporus,
And the Dardanelles.

On a visit to the Campaign,
The Russian Emperor
Sets out to see wounded
Soldiers at Tiflis –
The capital of Georgia.

About the hospitals the Tsar
Entered wards with words
‘I greet you, brave fellows.’
The wounded are said to reply,
‘Hail sire,’ in unity of chorus.

Their Emperor was seen to wait,
Speaking to occupants of each bed.
He heard as a gunner, a reservist
From Kustsais - His story was that
He fell, in an attempt to rescue
A gun-horse – to be caught under
The wheels to break four ribs.

Conversing with a Turkish man -
An Armenian, who unable to speak
Russian - spoke to him via a surgeon
As interpreter - Along with fellow
Soldiers at the start of the war,
They disguised selves as peasants,
And escaped to Kars – hiding
To avoid capture – once at Kars,
They enlisted with the Russian army.

At a Tiflis hospital, one brave Kharkoff
Recruit of the Kuban Cossacks,
Spoke with the Tsar - this young
Cossack told how he rescued
A comrade, injured with a broken leg.

Under heavy snow and darkness
The Cossack carried the man,
Over 200 paces on his shoulders,
Finally reaching his horse –
He was decorated by the Tsar,
With Military Order of St George - the
Highest decoration of Russian Order.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1914. Tsar at The Front – Talks with the Wounded – Stories of Heroism. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 18 Dec. p.6. Col.5. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11299354/Daily-Telegraph-December-18-1914.html  [Accessed: 18 December 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 18 December 2014). 



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Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Poem ~ French Bomb Railway - Wednesday, 18 November 1914

News arrived from Arras,
Relayed by correspondent.
Of a French airship raid,
Over into occupied land.

The mission:
Destruction of an enemy
Railway junction, in vicinity
Of a village – the position,
Being well guarded, is known
To be a centre for German
Troop movements -
The flight would involve moving,
Over a distance of enemy ground.

Starting at dusk, the airship lifted,
To 6000 feet - lights extinguished.
Despite a play of searchlights,
Cutting up the sky, the airship
Crossed enemy lines, undetected.

Reaching the designated village,
The French maneuvered their craft,
Descending to a striking height -
At the chosen moment, they dropped,
Three detonated charges of dynamite.
 
The junction was successfully hit,
Causing desired effect of damage.
At that point the Airship’s presence
Was detected, its shape picked
Out by searchlights – this awoke
All mortars and nearby field guns,
Attracting their field sights.
 
The night sky started to light up,
Glowing wildly, with bursting shells -
Coming closer as the gunners,
Worked out the range.
 
Obeying the urgent order,
To lose all available Ballast,

The air ship rapidly made height -
As a token of farewell,
They decided to drop,
A fourth dynamite charge.
 
Yet the dynamite stuck,
In the dropping tube,
With the detonator
Ticking in motion -
Seconds to detonation –
The Captain took action.

He seized a hatchet,
And scrambled onto rigging
To strike the tube -
The charge was released,
To explode in a ball of flame,
At just a hundred feet.
 
The fact of bad fortune,
At the closeness of disaster,
Turned to become fortunate -
The enemy believed the craft
Had been destroyed –
So their firing stopped.

The airship lifted to safety.
Once back at base, they told
Of this close escapade.

by Jamie Mann.

Hare, J., 1914. Airship Raid on a railway Junction – A Narrow Escape. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 18 Nov. p.7. Col.5. Available online at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11232251/Daily-Telegraph-November-18-1914.html [Accessed: 18 November 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 18 November 2014). 





#WW1 #WW1centenary #GreatWar #WW1poem #GreatWar #ww1centenary #worldwarone #worldwaroneremembered