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Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Poem ~ Somme Tricks and Mishaps - Wednesday, 23 August 1916 - Friday, 25 August 1916


Source: File: ruins of Pozieres after the battle. The grave is that of Captain Ivor Margetts. AUSTRALIAN WAR MEMORIAL. See an original image at: <http://www.news.com.au/national/anzac-day/world-war-i-battlefield-relic-from-pozieres-to-be-presented-at-launceston-ceremony/news-story/68cf35eb0effa0746d39a4c9abaa630a> 
[Accessed 23 August 2016]

By fighting stretched over further days,
Each second as a heavy pace - almost
Unbearable - but still endured by those
That lived - 1 July seemed long gone,
But from that hours beginning no end
Was yet in sight.

Paused breathing spaces, then another
Stride of individuals made whole
Over familiar, now unfamiliar grounds,
Pulverized and smashed again into
Disorder of primeval soup, where one
Day life may revive.

One day too far ahead to conceive,
As the present heaved day after
Day - yet July becomes August still
Summer - told by warmth of air
Even if any other evidence might
Be absent.

Unseen by a soldier’s eyes normality
Is another affair - artillery or other
Gunnery, systems of trenches occupy
These workers minds as they push on,
Against redoubts where a single gun
May remain.

Still to cause havoc - then suddenly,
Somehow, if not quite sure, the high
Ground of Pozieres is gained by some
Pathetic achievement - Thipeval
And Pozieres - Pozieres and Thiepval,
Over repeated ground.

A rolling frozen muddied sea where
Rewards come as holes in the ground -
Water falls from blue skies down into
Burrowed earth, where waiting
Germans hold out with supplies
Of bombs.

All types of weapons to hand yet
Many gave no resistance - to kick
Aside their arms and lift high their
Hands in surrender - though some
Choose by order to die by gun
Of an unknown man.

The need to clear them out is swift
And urgent, to prevent any pockets
Of Germans that could emerge once
Passed - attacks from the rear make
A hard lesson to learn - how events
Occurred too many times.

A witness account to give impression
Of those taken from enemy dugouts -
All tall, healthy, fresh looking without
A stain on uniforms - out of galleries
Of luxuries of sprung beds, armchairs
And false curtained windows.

To watch them marching, led by one
That laughed and joked before his
Brother officers - a great giant man
Made taller by his German casque -
Such a strong beefed up force could
Easily halt progress.

Each day the artillery set to grind
Down on the enemy - but each
Shell equates destruction of
Earth, to counter swift progress
As troops stumble over uneven
Ground.

In all directions dank land lay
Pitted by crater holes - enough
To confuse any man in the dark.
One Australian advance tumbles
Into holes, deeper than a man,
To sink into filth.

Lights might flash from enemy
Flares, to give some warning -
Equally to light their figures,
Which reappear, blacked stained
Mockery of men, to be picked
On by Germans.

Hazards are varied in such vile
Swamps - one Australian told
Of his burial alive over six times,
To be rescued with luck - saved
By a bubble of air; though others
Might succumb to nerves.

Still more hazards lay, even after
A trench might be deserted
As Hun were apt to leave small
Gifts to the unwary - by parapets
A mantrap might be laid, to bite
The leg of a soldier and bring
Him down.

Then there were the tortoise shell
Type traps - unlikely to be seen
In the dark they waddled on 4 legs -
And once touched could easily kill
A man - then there are the lucky
Mishaps.

On the road between Delville
And High Wood, where trenches
Were defended - the Germans
Swarmed either side the allies,
Who ducked for the enemy then
Mistook each other.

Over the heads bombs were
Thrown - German at German
As their real targets slipped
Easily away - defiant of all bags
Of tricks, they conveyed fresh
Prisoners to their lines.

By Jamie Mann.

Gibbs,P., 1916. British Advance - New Enemy Weapons - Astounding Incident. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 23 August 1916. P.10. Col.1. Available at: <http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12212857/Daily-Telegraph-August-23-1916.html> [Accessed: 23 August 2016].

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 23 August 2016). 


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Friday, 8 July 2016

Poem ~ Assault at Montauban - Saturday, 8 July 1916


Impression sketch of Ruins of Montauban. [online] See original image at: <https://17thmanchesters.wordpress.com/the-big-push/the-defence-of-montauban/> [Accessed: 08 July 2016]

A Knight on Wheels by Ian Hay, 1914 - was a popular book read by British soldiers at the front. An ebook version is available at: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/38368

From phases of battle,
Within the area of Picardy,
Lay a target assault
On Montauban - a sergeant
Told a tale in blighty,
Of Somme’s great advance.

Over the top in fashion
Of an orderly charge they
Reached the commune -
Yet it little resembled any
Habitable place, with
Houses 'head over heels.'

Initially they split into
Groups of six - the company
Taking separate paths -
With hardly any resistance
To merge once more,
As they closed on the village.

They looked to a tree,
Where a machine gunner was
Posted on a neat,
Painted platform almost unseen.
Shot down he fell,
To hang in tree by his boots.

The sergeant with
His close group of five pals,
Pressed into what
Had been streets, to find two
Cafes still stood - all
About sighting Germans.

They ran 'monkeying'
Between ruins, as more
Ran from the back
Of the village - his close
Group detected
A few Huns in a house.

At ground level they
Tossed a mills bomb into
The window, without
Waiting around for replies,
They pelted around
A corner to face a German.

By a wall he fired
From a brick emplacement.
His machine gun took
Aim at the sergeant’s feet
Who did not stop,
Charging with bayonet.

Bullets rattled out
'Two kicks over the heart,'
He felt as his bayonet
Halted the German game -
Unable to progress
He looked down to damage.

The machine gunner
Had hit his foot badly, not
Only that, his tunic
Breast pocket had two
Bullet holes - he
Looked inside at the result.

Both bullets had cut
Into his shaving mirror,
Halted by pocket
Case, the force had welded
Both to form a metal
Lump, nosing into a book.

Earlier that morning,
His officer had given him
The book to read
In the German trenches -
Forgetting he had
Put the book in his pocket.

While metal had
Saved his life, this book
'A Knight on Wheels,'
Was a companion on a later
Return to blighty -
While injured he observed.

Before them three
Germans appeared to drop
Rifles - in reaction
So did the Tommy’s, who
Embarked on a fist
Fight - outcome unknown.

Another soldier lad
Chasing after three Germans,
Caught them up -
He applied the bayonet to two
To swing his rifle butt
Onto the third taking him down.

Like some hobby
He described idea of fun,
In the easy capture
Of Montanan - one Tommy
Caught in a blast,
Stood up again, dazed.

He stated, 'Oh there
Must be a war on after all,
I suppose' - then
He carried on this duty,
As the injured
Sergeant left for blighty.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1916. 1916. Soldiers Stories Of The Great Advance - Capture of Montauban. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 8 July 1916. P.9. Col.6. Available at: <http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12211872/Daily-Telegraph-July-8-1916.html>[Accessed: 8 July 2016].

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 8 July 2016). 



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Monday, 7 March 2016

Poem ~ Tommy Ingenuity - Tuesday, 7 March 1916

Impression sketch of Tommy knocking out sentry with grenade - by Jamie.


Somewhere on the western front,
France, two British Tommy's
Went out on patrol to encounter
By surprise, a number of Germans.

The enemy called out to them,
'Surrender!' - 'Not on your nelly!'
So the two Tommy’s quickly
Gave rifle fire to cut down a Hun.

With this, one Tommy shot away
And ran for all he was worth -
Leaving the other to fend alone.
Outnumbered, he lifted his hands.

The Tommy dropped his gun -
Deciding a live man was better
Off than a dead man - disarmed
The caught Tommy was searched.

Yet his captors had not detected
Tommy's talent for large hands,
By which he held a grenade - after
The search he put it in his pocket.

Taking on the manner of weak
Defeat, he was escorted back
To enemy lines - with the others
Gone, he was left with one guard.

Tommy, a hand in pocket, made
Grasp of grenade, to suddenly act
From subdued stance and banged
The pinned grenade to his head.

The German slumped to lose
Consciousness as Tommy took
The chance to leg it towards his
Lines, as another patrol appeared.

These Germans in their order
For his surrender came closer,
As Tommy held out his arms -
Suddenly he flicked the pin.

He threw the grenade into their
Midst with burst of explosion
The Germans cried out - Tommy
Took to his heels sprinting home.

Among his comrades Tommy
Told the story, to become pride
Of the regiment - as to how he
Used his skill in tight corner.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1916. Resourceful Tommy - A Sprint To Safety. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 7 March 1916. P.7. Col.3. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12183671/Daily-Telegraph-March-7-1916.html [Accessed: 7 March 2016].

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 7 March 2016). 



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Sunday, 31 January 2016

Poem ~ Battle Cry - Monday, 31 January 1916


Impression sketch of German troops charging into a battle - by Jamie.  An original image can be seen at: <https://www.quora.com/Why-did-Germany-lose-in-World-War-I> Accessed: 29 January 2016].

A new fact from the frontline,
Had arrived via central Paris
news, regarding methods
As to how enemy attacked,
With Germanic battle cries.

The German soldier’s fury
Within the heat of battles
Had sounded their words,
'Deutchsland Ueber Allies!'
Or alternative cry of 'Hoch!'

But a new rallying cry came, 
To be shortened version of
'Hauptsache ist das England
Keile Kriegt!' to translate;
'England needs a thrashing.'

Building on this, an anagram
Formed the new word 'Hidekk!'

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1916. New Battle Cry - 'Hidekk, Hidekk!' The Daily Telegraph, [online] 31 January 1916. P.11. Col.3. Available http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12120498/Daily-Telegraph-January-31-1916.html [Accessed: 30 January 2016].

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 31 January 2016). 



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Saturday, 16 January 2016

Poem ~ The Cruelty of Wittenberg - Sunday, 16 January 1916


Impression sketch of George Wells, forced to march in the snow - by Jamie.

Within the opening situation of October 1914,
Began German race to the sea - with attempts
To outflank either side - but neither side
Could gain a final victory.

Within the process, La Bassee fell to hands
Of Germans, where Private George Wells
With the 1st Cheshires was taken prisoner;
Transported to Wittenberg.

The Prisoner of war camp had maltreated
Inmates as private Wells soon discovered -
How the guards that controlled their lives,
Had pleasure in their suffering.

The brutal nature of the Wittenberg camp
Became a daily event - the whistles blown
To send prisoners back to huts, if slow
They would be fired on.

Over six months Private Wells did not
Have any change of shirt - when in bitter
Weather he was made to march in snow,
Without boots or overcoat.

For such action and conditions Wells'
Feet swelled with pain, to stage where
He could not walk - while the Doctors
Of the camp took no action.

Another habit had been to set the dogs
On the prisoners - After an American
Ambassador, came to the camp their
Conditions began to improve.

German Doctors showed callousness,
To leave sick prisoners to their illness -
Among the more fortunate, Private Wells
Was to gain treatment.

One of three captured British Doctors
Examined his feet, to see gangrene.
Doctor Vidal informed Private Wells
Of a need to operate.

Only by amputating both feet at the
Instep could Private Wells be saved.
For months he remained in hospital,
Where recovery was slow.

The food given them was poor quality;
They ate black bread potatoes, bran
And gruel made from maize - finally
Camp guard numbers lessened.

Private George Wells had become
Disabled from the amputation; a result
From having been subjected to enemy
Brutality over 14 months.

Possibly as part of an exchange
For prisoners, that could no longer
Fight at soldiers, George Wells
Returned to Northampton.

On the journey taken from Wittenberg
He saw signs of Germany suffering -
Warehouses were made into hospitals,
With streets of shops closed.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1916. German Callousness - Soldiers Prisoners Story. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 15 January 1916. P.10. Col.6. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12093316/Daily-Telegraph-January-15-1916.html [Accessed: 16 January 2016].

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 16 January 2016). 



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Friday, 22 May 2015

Poem ~ Invisible Ink of Spy Kuepferle - Saturday, 22 May 1915


Impression sketch of Mabel Elliott - by Jamie. Mabel worked as a censor in 1915 discovering the method of invisible ink used by Anton Kuepferle
The original can be seen at: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/education-15679088

With varied spy trials gone before,
Came another that went on for some
Time - the events surrounded arrival
Of Anton Kuepferle - who was to say
He was Swiss and naturalised
American travelling from New York.

On14 February 1915 Kuepferle
Travelled onto Dublin then London -
The reason he would provide was
Purely business - his story to say
His trade was wool importer,
Based back in Brooklyn New York.

While travelling to Ireland and
England he had posted business
Letters - addressed to a neutral
Country on the continent - what
Had given him away was
Interception of a postal censor.

The letters had been investigated
And found between written English
Lines were other lines in German,
Written in invisible ink - descriptions
Were of British ships along with
Certain movements of allied troops.

An arrest was made within five
Days on 19 February, by DI Buckley.
The passport Kuepferle held was
From New York, as he swore travel
Was purely commercial based -
Kuepferle was to be put on spy trial.

With his valise searched on arrest,
Was found to contain elements
For creating invisible writing, along
With the same paper type as letters
Stopped - Kuepferle in military
Custody was held at London Tower.

Kuepferle was moved to Brixton
In favour of a civil court - during
Times of exercise, he interacted
With another German - a letter
Found on Kuepferle intended
To be passed onto that prisoner.

Written down were references
To war acts - the German uses
Of gas and how Kuepferle wished
To be at the front again - contents
Were obviously by a soldier,
Not a commercial business man.

In intentions to pass information
Useful to any enemy, of naval
Manoeuvres, Kuepferle charged
Under the Defence of the Realm,
Act - On Tuesday saw public
Hearing - Wednesday in secrecy.

The reason being for all interests
Of National safety - the trial was
Under a Civil Court, but Kuepferle
Was fearful of an outcome of death.
Inspections of his cell confinement
Were carried out every 15 minutes.

Within this time space Kuepferle
Wrote a message on a slate, then
Tied a scarf to a grill he stood on
A library book - with the other end
About his neck, he kicked book
Away - he could not be revived.

Kuepferle's last words said trial
Had been carried out fairly - all
He had done was for his country -
But could no longer take strains.
His ideal to be shot as a soldier
of rank, not to meet a spy's death;
So he took life by his own hand.

 by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. Dramatic End to Spy Trial. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 21 May. P.9. Col.7. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11608898/Daily-Telegraph-May-21-1915.html [Accessed: 22 May 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 22 May 2015). 

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11608898/Daily-Telegraph-May-21-1915.html


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