Showing posts with label Battle of Mons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Battle of Mons. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Poem ~ The Lost Men of Mons - Monday, 17 May 1915


 Impression sketch of the lost men of Mons - by Jamie. 

From Rotterdam came a story of six
British soldiers, who separated at Mons -
Over months, evaded German lines
Reaching Holland to tell of strange days.

The six were in the very first fight
That happened at Mons, August 1914 -
During the retreat they became
Cut off from their regiment and trapped.

With the Germans making their pincer
Movements, the six men crept
Stealthily about them, to find themselves
Fugitives about occupied Belgium.

They spent time sheltering in fields
And dugouts, to be in games
Of hide and seek from German eyes.
In a report they were said,

To yearn to see home and then back
To Flanders - their tales told
By James Garrigham and Jenkins,
How on 26 August, the enemy
Around them as they stuck to a trench.

There was a shout to cease-fire,
But the officer identified it as a German
Ploy – so they kept up their fire -
Twice more, the call to cease came.

Sending out four men to the flank,
The Captain stood, to be shot and die
Instantly – Another took charge
With order to charge - one charge
Followed by another.

With this leader hit in hip, they tried
A third charge - made in pitch darkness
They had to retreat - now down
To seven men and still surrounded.

Huddled together, hiding low in a ditch,
In light of morning they discovered
Selves’ only two fields distant from
Germans - being in midst of their lines -
All day was spent low in paddock.

The seven were joined by eight French -
To keep from sight until nearly all enemy
Had gone by  - by then, the party grew
To ten French and eleven Englishmen.

Being stuck they lived about orchards
For ten days to live on pears -
Desperation for food prompted them
To move closer to a village,
Ready to fight to the very last man.

The two-nation company were about
To leave their orchard shelter,
When two of the French were caught
By twelve Germans - without
Chance of surrender to be bayoneted.

The remainder began to move through
A forest - following rail lines into
A village. The company took shelter
In a barn, as a woman helped them,
Providing milk for three times a day.

Their safety was to end, when came
Germans occupied the village.
To recognise the woman washing
'Grey-back' army shirts.

Over three days holding her at bayonet,
Trying to make the woman confess -
In threats to daughters age 16 and 9 -
But they never gave men away.

With threat too great for discovery,
The band took into fields as Germans
Surrounded village, on three sides -
Their escape led by a scout Private
Jamieson, under twelve Uhlans noses.

Within another quiet field the company
Remained for a month - only six
Fields distant from enemy positions -
By a fence to dig a hiding trench.

A farmer provide civilian clothes, while
Under German view, they worked
The farmer’s fields for three weeks,
Until came need to move on again.

Possibly such a large party proving
Hard to safely hide, they divided
Into three - the British party of eight
Made a dugout in a field, where
They lived for a month and emerged,

At night for a village close by, for
Food - one French men alerted them
To a notice in the villages around, to say
They knew of hiding English to give
Warnings - they would be shot if caught.

Leaving that area they moved on intent,
Keeping to same plan - where they
Settled again, the weather then worsened -
Days spent, baling out their dug out.

Suffering increased, with being starved
For prolonged times - becoming sickened
The men looked to find better shelter
Above ground  - covering more ground
Somewhere in Belgian, they grouped
To build a hut, in some corner of a field.

The fugitive soldiers were then to place
Selves in civilian hands, whose friendship
Helped them move across country -
Daily they moved, openly passing enemy
Sentries and at times used railways.

Luck kept with them, now the six men -
What happened to other two? - wore
Uniforms under given civilian clothing -
Private Garringhan told how they
Kept to their khaki, with rifles handy.

They had agreed between them never
To be taken prisoners - if falling
Into German hands they had seen what
They had did and would die fighting -

With Belgium civilian help they made
It to the frontier - in three attempts
Crossed into Dutch territory - they had
Crept through barbed wire - a result
Of Private Jenkins gaining scratches
Across the face and tearing clothing.

Finally they made it into safety of Holland.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. Amazing Odyssey of six British Soldiers - Fugitives Since Mons. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 17 May. P.8. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11600384/Daily-Telegraph-May-17-1915.html [Accessed: 17 May 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 17 May 2015). 



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Saturday, 29 November 2014

Poem ~ Brave Driver, Job Drain - Sunday, 29 November 1914



 Source: File: Job Drain.jpg, 2014. The Daily Telegraph. [online] (updated July 30 2014)  Available at: < http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11258892/Daily-Telegraph-November-28-1914.html> Accessed: 29 November 2014].

Source: File: Job Drain's Victoria Cross.jpg, 2014. First World War: Barking’s Victoria Cross hero Job Drain commemorated in new book. Sophie Morton [online] (updated 10 August 2014)  Available at: <http://www.barkinganddagenhampost.co.uk/news/heritage/first_world_war_barking_s_victoria_cross_hero_job_drain_commemorated_in_new_book_1_3717372> Accessed: 29 November 2014].

A lad from Barking,
Of 18 years.
His name Job Drain,
Had already been
In the army two years,
When war broke out,
In August 1914.

With his full name,
Job Henry Charles Drain
In the position of driver.
Went to France and Belgium
In the Royal Field Artillery,
With the 37th Battery -
From the very start of war,
In August 1914.

On the day of the 26 August,
With the retreat of Mons,
Came conflict at Le Cateau.
A defensive line set
About the French town,
In forming protection
Of their forces - became
An artillery man's battle,
In August 1914.

In the chaos of retreat,
A formation of Howitzers,
Set out to protect BEF.
Among the teams,
A driver, Job Drain,
Caught in midst of fight,
To reform gun positions,
On a summers day,
In August 1914.

To regain two guns,
Captain Reynolds,
Of the 37th Battery,
Called for volunteers,
To recover their loss.
Driver Drain, Driver Luke,
And a man, Gobley,
Stepped forward,
At the battle of le Cateau,
In August 1914.

Together, the men
Moved forward,
Dodging enemy shots,
At a hundred yards -
Reaching the stalled guns,
Of 4.5 inch Howitzers -
Rapidly limbering up
They turned about
With Gobley mounted.
But the man was shot,
In August 1914.

With the Captain
Running, guiding
Another pair,
Driver Job Drain
Took the shot man's
Place, to move on,
And save that gun,
In August 1914.

This team helped
Prevent destruction
Of the BEF soldiers,
By their actions.
Captain Reynolds,
Driver F Luke,
Driver J Drain,
Received the VC,
Reported in November,
From August 1914.

Young Job Drain,
And Frederick Luke
Survived war,
Gaining the rank
Of Sergeants.
Later, Sergeant Drain
Formed the guard
Of honour, in the burial
Of the unknown warrior,
Long after that day
In August 1914.

Back in Barking
Life had changed
On Job Drain's return.
As he received honours
For his act of bravery.
Now his statue stands
To mark his courage,
With a foot forward
He looks outward,
From a battle day,
In August 1914.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1914. Boy V.C. Hero. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 29 Nov. P.3. Col.4. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11258892/Daily-Telegraph-November-28-1914.html [Accessed: 29 November 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 29 November 2014). 



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Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Poem ~ Fraudulent Soldier - Thursday, 5 November 1914


A young man in uniform of Khaki,
With given name of William Carter,
From Hastings, was charged
November 4 with fraud - appearing
Before the Bench at Eastbourne.

Mr Carter, in receipt of shirts,
And money - given him by a lady
Of Groombridge - a Mrs Done -
Who also gave him food
And a bath chair to use.

The ‘wounded’ man also gained
Money for cigarettes, from a kindly
Apartment Housekeeper, Mrs Knegle -
Being obtained by Mr Carter’s
Given story - that was to prove false.

The Khaki clad young man, told of
His story - being wounded at Mons,
In the leg and thigh - while a third
Bullet passed though his body.

A Police surgeon Dr James Adams,
Made examination of him to find
No such wounds – the young man
Simply tied a bandage about his leg.

Mr Carter had created a bloody mark
In representation of wounds –
To add to this effect, he gained
Crutches, from a Red Cross Nurse.

By such deceit the sentence given
Was for six months hard labour.
Likely return to army for Mr Carter,
Remained unstated and unclear.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1914. Bogus Wounded Soldier. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 5 Nov. p.3. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11208689/Daily-Telegraph-November-5-1914.html [Accessed: 5 November 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 5 November 2014). 



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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Poem ~ Stalemate and German Trick - Wednesday, 28 October 1914


Near Troyon, during the Battle of the Aisne,
Various incidents involved a detachment,
Of a Northamptonshire regiment, showing
Cool bravery and dogged determination.

160 men, two subalterns, three officers,
And a captain - being some way ahead,
Of the main body, set to make entrenchments
By a roadside. Opposite  them up to 500
Germans were also entrenched - between,
Lay a turnip field - some 250 yards wide.

Finding their trench fed by waters rolling
Off the road, the British quickly found
Themselves knee deep in water logged mud.
a lack of greatcoats, lost in their retreat from
Mons only added to make rest problematic,
Along with the need to observe the enemy.

General discomfort further caused by shelling
From the German guns, set behind the enemy
Entrenchments – the British finding at their rear
Shelter and a haystack, where seventy German
Wounded remained - left by their own forces.

This basic 'hospital' where the deserted, injured
Germans lay, lucky to still receive treatment,
Could only be accessed by a man crawling
On all fours – bundles of hay were gathered,
Utilised in trying to dry the ground of the trench -
Again and again the water percolated through.

To gain water and bully beef men had to crawl
At night to the rear - Equally the German side
Dared not lift above ground for fear of British
Shots. During the five days a British Captain
Lifted his head to the skyline, to be shot dead.
Later a subaltern being severely hit, also died.
The result as a single subaltern with less than
A year’s service, was forced to take charge.

The haystack sheltering German wounded
Was finally hit by a shell and set ablaze.
Under heavy fire men in the British trench
Could not move to assist them – they heard
The yells and horrendous cries of wounded
Men unable to escape from the fierce fire.

As each day passed in the Northamptonshire
Trench – the  appalling conditions made ague.
While increased wounds reduced the effective
Fighters  - among the company a man, a crack
Shot, took action on successive nights -
Camouflaged with a wool knitted hat, disguised
With turnip leaves, crawled into the turnip crop.

The Northamptonshire sniper waited, patient,
Until any German movement was made - then
A trigger pulled, a pained cry and one foe less -
After more days came the end of the stalemate.
The Germans, believing in the British strength,
Raised arms and rifles in surrender - in scattered
Formation, marching to them across the field.

Cautiously the subaltern left the English trench
To meet the enemy – A German private moved
To him, but the subaltern made the insistent order
That an officer should approach – the private retired.
Then another private came forward - Again a yelled
Command was made for an officer – then came
Forward a captain, a sergeant and a private.

The English subaltern waited and addressed them;
‘You are my prisoner.’ The German captain snapped
‘No, you are my prisoner!’ – while the original idea
Was to surrender, their intentions changed when
the Captain glanced into the English trench to see 
A greatly depleted force,  The German Captain
Made a signal to his men, about the field to move.

They edged towards the subaltern - under the threat
Of the Captain's intent, the subaltern fired and shot
Him dead - he turned and killed the sergeant.
The private leapt at the subaltern and they fought
Falling on the ground - as German shots rang about.

The subaltern fell down unconscious – two shots
Had passed into the top of his cap a third hit his
Regimental cap badge to stun him - a fourth bullet
Wounded him in the shoulder. At the very outset
Of the event, some Northamptonshire soldiers 
Had also left their trench as a number of Germans
Handed over their rifles to shake hands with them.

Other Germans edged towards the trench, then
At the parapet, opened fire at point blank range.
A skirmish ensued, as a machine gun opened fire
On the Germans, to cut them down, while others
Fell to the bayonet – 300 out of 500 being killed.

At a short distance, a machine gun detachment
Of the Queen’s regiment, had observed and made
Assistance - in the force of Coldstream Guards
The final 100 German infantry surrendered.
Over the five days of the Northamptonshire
Trench of the soldiers left, from the original 166
Were eight and four wounded men still fighting fit.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1914. Thrilling Story of Fight Against Heavy Odds – Subaltern’s Adventure. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 28 Oct. p.12. Col.7. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11186051/Daily-Telegraph-October-28-1914.html [Accessed: 28 October 2014].

Mann, J., 2014. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 28 October 2014). 



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