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Ypres, a market town in Flanders. | 0:01:17 | 0:01:20 | |
A beleaguered fortress, guarding the last corner of Belgium's soil. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:27 | |
"Iprey", to the British army or "Ips". "Wipers" to the newspapers and the upper classes. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:35 | |
The British first came to Ypres in October 1914. | 0:01:35 | 0:01:39 | |
We pass over the moat through Vauban's 17th century ramparts by the Lille gate. | 0:01:39 | 0:01:46 | |
The large cobbled square is full of British and Belgian troops. | 0:01:49 | 0:01:54 | |
We pay a too brief visit to the wonderful Flemish cloth hall and Saint Martin's church. | 0:01:54 | 0:02:00 | |
It's a gem of a town with its lovely old-world gabled houses, | 0:02:05 | 0:02:10 | |
red-tiled roofs, and no factories visible to spoil the charm. | 0:02:10 | 0:02:14 | |
The first battle of Ypres in 1914 began to demolish the charm. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:19 | |
Fire! | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
In 1915, still heavier bombardments beat upon the ancient town. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:32 | |
This was the second battle. | 0:02:32 | 0:02:35 | |
Ypres crumbled steadily, but held out. | 0:02:44 | 0:02:48 | |
Through it lay all communication to the Salient. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:06 | |
The Salient was a vast British slaughter house. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:10 | |
Everywhere the Germans looked down on the British positions | 0:03:13 | 0:03:18 | |
from the so-called ridges. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
It was in the Salient in April 1915 that the Germans first used the new weapon of gas. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:28 | |
I didn't think much of the urinating on a handkerchief. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:34 | |
I didn't think it was sufficient protection. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
So I went into one of the trench latrines - you know, just a bucket stuck in a hole - | 0:03:37 | 0:03:44 | |
and I stuck my head in the bucket, and I made sure of it. | 0:03:44 | 0:03:48 | |
In the Salient at Hooge, two months later, the British encountered the horror of flame throwers. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:55 | |
The first idea, that sort of flitted through my mind, was that the end of the world had come | 0:03:57 | 0:04:04 | |
and this was the day of judgment, | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
because suddenly the whole dawn had turned ghastly crimson. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:14 | |
All through 1916, the outline of the Salient barely altered. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:22 | |
100 yards here, a quarter of a mile there. Fruits of what was called the crater fighting. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:29 | |
Scraps of ground were captured, lost, recaptured, at a cost never measured against real gain. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:36 | |
In the Salient the guns were never silent. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:41 | |
Labour was unending. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:46 | |
Death and pain were always present. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:52 | |
By 1917, the whole area had become an immense, disgusting sty. | 0:04:56 | 0:05:01 | |
A ravaged vista of splintered trees, wrecked farms, and craters which quickly filled with water. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:09 | |
In this low country, drainage was all-important. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:14 | |
But years of shelling had burst the drains and the banks of the streams which flowed through the Salient. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:22 | |
Rough plank roads and duckboard tracks zigzagged through the mires. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:27 | |
All supplies had to be carried along them, mostly by night. Day and night, they were death traps. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:34 | |
To the British army, Ypres became what Verdun became to the French - | 0:05:42 | 0:05:47 | |
a symbol of absolute determination, of fatal endurance. | 0:05:47 | 0:05:52 | |
By the summer of 1917, General Robert Nivelle's offensive on the Aisne had collapsed, | 0:06:06 | 0:06:13 | |
and the French army had collapsed with it. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:18 | |
Russia, swept by revolution in March, was now an unknown quantity. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:26 | |
As Britain's Prime Minister, Mr Lloyd George, said, | 0:06:26 | 0:06:30 | |
"The British army was the one allied army which could be absolutely relied on for any enterprise." | 0:06:30 | 0:06:38 | |
Upon this army now fell the burden of the war. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:44 | |
In June the first stroke was ready, under General Plumer, commander of the British second army. | 0:06:55 | 0:07:02 | |
And now one of the war's most deadly methods reached its climax. | 0:07:02 | 0:07:08 | |
The underground war. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:10 | |
The war of mines and tunnels, groping beneath no-man's-land towards the enemy lines, | 0:07:10 | 0:07:17 | |
in which men dug and crouched and blew each other to pieces. | 0:07:17 | 0:07:23 | |
The essence of mining in the clay area was silence and secrecy. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:28 | |
We wore felt slippers, rubber-wheeled trolleys, wooden rails, and we spoke in whispers. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:34 | |
And when the German blew us, we never answered back - we suffered casualties and said nothing, | 0:07:34 | 0:07:41 | |
so we didn't show where we were. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
Under the Messine Ridge, which shut in the south side of the Salient, | 0:07:43 | 0:07:48 | |
the British had driven 19 deep mine tunnels containing nearly a million pounds of high explosive. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:55 | |
Some of these mines had been begun as far back as 1915. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:59 | |
By 1916, some 20,000 British, Australian, and Canadian soldiers, | 0:07:59 | 0:08:04 | |
and about as many Germans, were tunnelling towards each other. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:09 | |
The date was June 7th. The time was 3.10am. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:28 | |
Nightingales were singing in the woods. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:32 | |
Then suddenly the whole earth heaved and up from the ground came what looked like two huge cypress trees, | 0:08:44 | 0:08:51 | |
the silhouettes of great, dark, cone-shaped lifts of earth up to three, four, five thousand feet. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:59 | |
We watched this and a moment later we struck the blast's repercussion wave and it flung us backwards. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:07 | |
The whole hillside, everything rocked like a ship at sea. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:34 | |
The noise from the artillery was deafening. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:38 | |
The thunder from the earth charges was enormous. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:42 | |
The infantry dashed forward under a barrage and went forward | 0:09:42 | 0:09:47 | |
and kept sending back thousands and thousands of prisoners. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:53 | |
Over 7,000 German prisoners were taken at Messine. | 0:09:54 | 0:09:59 | |
Men shaken and unnerved by the huge explosions which had swallowed up many of their comrades. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:06 | |
In one concrete shelter, four German officers were found sitting round a table, killed by shock. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:13 | |
For miles around, it seemed like an earthquake. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
It was distinctly felt in London. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
General Plumer's second army had won a clear-cut victory. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:24 | |
In April - Vimy. In June - Messine. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:33 | |
The two strongest bastions of the German front had been stormed by the British army. | 0:10:33 | 0:10:39 | |
ALL the omens seemed favourable for the great offensive. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:44 | |
Breaking out of the Salient seemed to be only a matter of time. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:49 | |
The army trained and laboured at the massive build-up required for a set piece battle in 1917. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:57 | |
They were in good heart. They did not know that ugly clouds were gathering about their enterprise. | 0:10:58 | 0:11:05 | |
On June 19th, Haig was summoned to London to discuss the campaign with the Cabinet. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:13 | |
The meetings were charged with ill feeling | 0:11:13 | 0:11:17 | |
from distrust between the nation's political leaders and its generals. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:21 | |
"When Sir Douglas Haig explained his projects to the civilians, | 0:11:21 | 0:11:26 | |
"he spread on the table a large map and made dramatic use of both his hands, | 0:11:26 | 0:11:33 | |
"to demonstrate how he proposed to sweep up the enemy. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:37 | |
"First the right hand brushed along the surface irresistibly, then came the left. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:44 | |
"The outer finger ultimately touching the German frontier with a nail across. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:51 | |
"It is not surprising that some of our number were so captivated by the splendour of the landscape, | 0:11:51 | 0:11:59 | |
"that their critical faculties were overwhelmed. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:03 | |
"Lloyd George remained sceptical but there was a shock in store for him." | 0:12:03 | 0:12:09 | |
"A most serious and startling situation was disclosed today. | 0:12:09 | 0:12:15 | |
"Admiral Jellicoe stated that owing to the shortage of shipping due to the German submarines, | 0:12:15 | 0:12:23 | |
"it is impossible for Great Britain to continue the war in 1918. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:28 | |
"This was a bombshell for the Cabinet and all present." | 0:12:28 | 0:12:32 | |
Jellicoe insisted that Zeebrugge must be cleared of U-boats. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:37 | |
Lloyd George was in a dilemma. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:41 | |
"It was decided that I should sum up the misgivings that most of us felt, | 0:12:41 | 0:12:46 | |
"and that the responsibility for decisions should go to Sir William Robertson and Sir Douglas Haig." | 0:12:46 | 0:12:53 | |
Reluctantly the government gave its authority to the Flanders offensive | 0:12:53 | 0:12:58 | |
on naval and army leaders' advice. | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
Now the time for talking was drawing to an end. | 0:13:01 | 0:13:05 | |
On June 21st, one of Haig's staff officers wrote, | 0:13:05 | 0:13:09 | |
"The longest day of the year and we have not yet begun the big effort. | 0:13:09 | 0:13:14 | |
"We fight alone here. The only army active. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:18 | |
"We shall do well. On that there is no reasonable doubt. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:23 | |
"Have we the time to accomplish?" | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
Time was inexorably passing. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:37 | |
Time while the staffs worked out their detailed plans. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:42 | |
Time while roads were laid, mended, re-laid and re-mended. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:48 | |
Time while new divisions, including the French, came to the Salient. | 0:13:48 | 0:13:54 | |
Time while training received its finishing touches. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:59 | |
As each day passed, the signs of coming battle multiplied. Veterans knew now how to interpret them. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:10 | |
"Until yesterday, most of those addressing us with pointer and map, | 0:14:10 | 0:14:15 | |
"have declared that by zero hour all the German trenches will be obliterated by our shells. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:22 | |
"A tale we've heard before. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:24 | |
"The last lecturer, however, ominously omitted to provide this comforting assurance." | 0:14:24 | 0:14:32 | |
The men of 1917 were less easily deluded. Less trustful than earlier generations of the war. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:39 | |
Too many things had gone wrong. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:42 | |
"Good morning, good morning!" the General said | 0:14:47 | 0:14:50 | |
When we met him last week on our way to the line. | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of 'em dead, | 0:14:52 | 0:14:56 | |
And we're cursing his staff for incompetent swine. | 0:14:56 | 0:14:59 | |
"He's a cheery old card," grunted Harry to Jack | 0:14:59 | 0:15:03 | |
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:06 | |
But he did for them both by his plan of attack. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:11 | |
The last days of July were running out. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:21 | |
A certain uneasiness made itself felt, in the line and behind it. | 0:15:21 | 0:15:26 | |
A staff officer wrote, | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
"My one fear is the weather. | 0:15:28 | 0:15:31 | |
"I do not think that we can hope for over a fortnight, or at best three weeks, of really fine weather." | 0:15:31 | 0:15:38 | |
Through the smoking ruins of Ypres and the ruined villages around it, | 0:15:38 | 0:15:43 | |
the troops marched to their positions. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:47 | |
Because soldiers like to sing and because they were not at the end of hope, they marched in singing. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:54 | |
But the songs were changing. The sardonic note was emphasised now. | 0:15:54 | 0:16:00 | |
# We're here because we're here | 0:16:00 | 0:16:05 | |
# We're here because We're here because | 0:16:05 | 0:16:09 | |
# We're here because we're here... # | 0:16:09 | 0:16:13 | |
The entire Ypres Salient, to a depth of eight miles from the front line, | 0:16:15 | 0:16:22 | |
is alive with infantry, artillery, repair workshops, hospitals and ambulances of Gough's fifth army | 0:16:22 | 0:16:29 | |
in billet, bivouac, mottle-painted tent or hut. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:33 | |
The sheds and yards of buildings, copses, and all other cover, | 0:16:33 | 0:16:38 | |
hide tanks, long-range guns, heavy howitzers and ammunition. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:43 | |
Tonight we must bivouac, and there seems to be hardly a bit of vacant ground the size of a football pitch | 0:16:43 | 0:16:50 | |
clear of troops, gear and stores. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:55 | |
"Halted against the shade of a last hill they fed, | 0:16:55 | 0:16:59 | |
"and lying easy were at ease, | 0:16:59 | 0:17:03 | |
"and finding comfortable chests and knees carelessly slept. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:08 | |
"But many there stood still to face the stark blank sky beyond the ridge, | 0:17:08 | 0:17:16 | |
"knowing their feet had come to the end of the world." | 0:17:16 | 0:17:21 | |
Final decisions, final preparations. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:27 | |
"I've ordered the provost sergeant with the battalion police to go to the trenches as the assault starts. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:35 | |
"They are to arrest any men who return improperly. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:40 | |
"Although I command a battalion whose courage and loyalty have never given me a trace of anxiety, | 0:17:40 | 0:17:47 | |
"one must guard against those inexplicable panics which may seize men and which are so infectious." | 0:17:47 | 0:17:54 | |
This by now was an army of veterans. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:58 | |
The men of 1917 were warier, more skilful, | 0:17:58 | 0:18:02 | |
but they were less hasty to sacrifice themselves. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:06 | |
The war itself was an older and uglier beast. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:10 | |
Edmund Blunden wrote, | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
"There were opportunities enough for death or glory, | 0:18:13 | 0:18:17 | |
"but the experienced sense saw that people did not espouse them with the almost bright eye of a year before. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:24 | |
"1917 was distasteful." | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
Zero hour was 3.50am on July 31st. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:31 | |
Nine divisions of the fifth army, five divisions of the second, and two French, went over the top. | 0:18:32 | 0:18:39 | |
This was the British army's largest single effort since the Somme. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:49 | |
But this was no Somme catastrophe, yet this was no victory either. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:14 | |
This was not a Vimy or a Messine - it was that most delusive of war's products, a half-success... | 0:19:14 | 0:19:22 | |
or half-failure. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:25 | |
Straight away two persistent features of this battle were seen. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:40 | |
Early in the afternoon, rain began to fall. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:43 | |
Soon it turned into a drenching torrent and the German counter-attack began to come in. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:50 | |
Up to their knees in mud, with rifles and guns choked by it, | 0:19:50 | 0:19:56 | |
inch by inch, the German infantry began to re-take the British gains. | 0:19:56 | 0:20:02 | |
To that extent, this WAS another Somme. With this difference - the rain did not cease. | 0:20:02 | 0:20:09 | |
The British were bogged. The August weather washed their hopes away. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:22 | |
The battlefield turned into a swamp. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:26 | |
The miseries of war multiplied and heaped upon the soldiers. | 0:20:26 | 0:20:31 | |
It rained continuously. One was as afraid of getting drowned as one was of getting hit by shells. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:48 | |
You would either get through or die, | 0:20:48 | 0:20:51 | |
cos if you were wounded and you slipped off the duckboards, you just sank into the mud. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:59 | |
The mud was so deep that with drag ropes on the wheels | 0:20:59 | 0:21:04 | |
and something like 100 men on the drag ropes, | 0:21:04 | 0:21:09 | |
it was impossible to pull the guns out of the mud. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:14 | |
You see fellows coming down there from the trenches, badly wounded, | 0:21:16 | 0:21:21 | |
covered from head to foot in blood - perhaps an arm missing. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:25 | |
You see some of the fellows drop off the duckboard and literally die from exhaustion, from loss of blood. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:32 | |
Horrible it was. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:35 | |
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, | 0:21:35 | 0:21:39 | |
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, | 0:21:39 | 0:21:43 | |
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, | 0:21:43 | 0:21:47 | |
And towards our distant rest began to trudge. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:51 | |
Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots, | 0:21:51 | 0:21:55 | |
But limped on, blood-shod. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
All went lame, all blind; | 0:21:58 | 0:22:01 | |
Drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots | 0:22:01 | 0:22:05 | |
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. | 0:22:05 | 0:22:08 | |
"Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!" An ecstasy of fumbling | 0:22:08 | 0:22:14 | |
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, | 0:22:14 | 0:22:17 | |
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling | 0:22:17 | 0:22:20 | |
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... | 0:22:20 | 0:22:24 | |
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, | 0:22:24 | 0:22:29 | |
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:34 | |
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed | 0:22:37 | 0:22:43 | |
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, | 0:22:43 | 0:22:46 | |
Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:49 | |
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, | 0:22:49 | 0:22:52 | |
They leave their trenches going over the top, | 0:22:52 | 0:22:55 | |
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists, | 0:22:55 | 0:22:58 | |
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists, | 0:22:58 | 0:23:02 | |
Flounders in mud. Oh, Jesus, make it stop! | 0:23:02 | 0:23:07 | |
The weather cleared. The ground began to dry. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:16 | |
MUSIC: Waltzing Matilda | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
Our artillery barrage was magnificent. Quite the best that the Australians had ever seen. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:40 | |
Creeping forward exactly according to plan, the barrage won the ground while the infantry followed behind, | 0:23:40 | 0:23:46 | |
and occupied the important points with a minimum of resistance. | 0:23:46 | 0:23:51 | |
This seemed to be a turning point at last. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:55 | |
The German army group commander wrote, | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
"It is hoped that another attack won't follow quickly, as we have not enough reserves behind the front." | 0:23:58 | 0:24:05 | |
An officer on Haig's staff wrote, | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
"It is a race with time and a fight with the weather." | 0:24:07 | 0:24:12 | |
Would the weather hold? | 0:24:12 | 0:24:14 | |
Plumer's next attack was scheduled for October 4th. | 0:24:19 | 0:24:23 | |
The barometer began to fall on October 1st. | 0:24:23 | 0:24:26 | |
Zero hour on the fourth was 6am. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:29 | |
The objective - the line of German concrete pill box defences on the ridge. | 0:24:29 | 0:24:36 | |
"As we advanced, we saw Germans caught in our barrage. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:40 | |
"They had been attacking at the same moment as us. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:44 | |
"We pressed on and reached our objective. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:48 | |
"We were on sloping ground and ahead lay the crest of the ridge." | 0:24:48 | 0:24:54 | |
AUSTRALIAN ACCENT: It was surprising to look across and see the green fields of Belgium. | 0:24:57 | 0:25:04 | |
Actual trees. Grass of course churned up a good deal - fields churned up with barrage shells, | 0:25:04 | 0:25:11 | |
but it was, as far as we were concerned, open country. | 0:25:11 | 0:25:16 | |
But then to look back from where we came, back to Ypres, there was devastation. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:22 | |
And it was just dawn time, | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
and you could then see why our own gunners had had such a gruesome time. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:32 | |
You could see the flashes of all the guns right right back to the very Menin gate. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:39 | |
The Australians were standing on the very edge of the Salient. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:44 | |
General Monash, commanding their third division, wrote, | 0:25:44 | 0:25:48 | |
"Great happenings are possible in the very near future, as the enemy is terribly disorganised. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:55 | |
"Our success was complete and unqualified. We got absolutely astride of the main ridge." | 0:25:55 | 0:26:01 | |
The Germans called October 4th, "A black day." Ludendorf wrote, | 0:26:01 | 0:26:07 | |
"The infantry battle commenced on the morning of the 4th. It was extraordinarily severe. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:14 | |
"And again we only came through with enormous losses." | 0:26:16 | 0:26:21 | |
Now the great question presented itself in simple terms. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:25 | |
In view of three blows, all a success, what will be the result of three more in the next fortnight? | 0:26:25 | 0:26:32 | |
The question was never answered. Prince Rupprecht, commanding the Germans in Flanders, wrote, | 0:26:32 | 0:26:39 | |
"Sudden change of weather. Most gratifying. Rain - our most effective ally." | 0:26:39 | 0:26:46 | |
Haig's staff officer noted, | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
"It was the saddest day of this year. We did fairly well. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:54 | |
"It wasn't the enemy, but mud, that prevented us from doing better. | 0:26:54 | 0:26:59 | |
"But there is now no chance of complete success this year. We must still fight on for a few more weeks, | 0:26:59 | 0:27:06 | |
"but there is no purpose in it now, so far as Flanders is concerned." | 0:27:06 | 0:27:11 | |
Now the ridges were needed to lift the army, if only a little, out of the sea of mud. | 0:27:31 | 0:27:38 | |
This was the Slough of Despond. | 0:27:38 | 0:27:41 | |
In this wasteland, shell craters touched each other, lip to lip, filled with disgusting ooze. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:48 | |
Forward, inch by inch along the slimy tracks between these stinking ponds, | 0:27:53 | 0:27:59 | |
British, Australian and New Zealand soldiers crept towards Passchendaele. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:06 | |
"I don't know how far the duckboards extended because it was such slow going up to the front. | 0:28:09 | 0:28:16 | |
It must have been hundreds of yards as they zigzagged about. | 0:28:16 | 0:28:20 | |
But each side was a sea of mud, | 0:28:20 | 0:28:23 | |
and you stumbled and slud along - if you slipped, you went up to the waist, possibly. | 0:28:23 | 0:28:30 | |
Not only that, but in every pool | 0:28:30 | 0:28:33 | |
was decomposed bodies of humans and mules. | 0:28:33 | 0:28:39 | |
Or mules... Sometimes both. | 0:28:39 | 0:28:42 | |
And if you were wounded and slipped off, well, that was the end of you. | 0:28:42 | 0:28:47 | |
"...I died in Hell | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
"(they called it Passchendaele) my wound was slight | 0:28:50 | 0:28:55 | |
"and I was hobbling back; and then a shell | 0:28:55 | 0:28:58 | |
"burst slick upon the duckboards; so I fell | 0:28:58 | 0:29:02 | |
"into the bottomless mud, and lost the light." | 0:29:02 | 0:29:07 | |
How many men wounded, overburdened or overtired vanished in the swamp no-one will know. | 0:29:08 | 0:29:14 | |
The October days were nightmares for the British army. | 0:29:14 | 0:29:19 | |
The icy fingers of nightmare clutched men's hearts on both sides of the line. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:29 | |
I thought that the Germans were in as bad a position as we were. | 0:29:29 | 0:29:33 | |
In fact, one party of men was trying to make a hole more comfortable - scooping it out, | 0:29:33 | 0:29:40 | |
and some hundreds of yards away the Germans were doing the same, but neither took notice of the other. | 0:29:40 | 0:29:46 | |
A German officer wrote, | 0:29:46 | 0:29:49 | |
"I am scared. For the first time in this war I have doubts whether we shall be able to hold out. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:57 | |
"There must be 8 to 10,000 guns employed on this bit of front." | 0:29:57 | 0:30:02 | |
"That is the picture which scares me. | 0:30:02 | 0:30:05 | |
"Verdun, the Somme and Arras are mere purgatories compared with this concentrated hell, | 0:30:05 | 0:30:12 | |
"which one of these days will be stoked up to white heat. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:16 | |
"It makes you grind your teeth with rage and gives you a dry throat. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:21 | |
"I have a sense of coming disaster." | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
The place was rotten with dead; green clumsy legs | 0:30:33 | 0:30:39 | |
High-booted, sprawled and grovelled along the saps | 0:30:39 | 0:30:43 | |
And trunks, face downward, in the sucking mud, | 0:30:43 | 0:30:47 | |
Wallowed like trodden sand-bags loosely filled; | 0:30:47 | 0:30:51 | |
And naked sodden buttocks, mats of hair, | 0:30:54 | 0:30:59 | |
Bulged, clotted heads slapped in the plastering slime. | 0:30:59 | 0:31:03 | |
And then the rain began - the jolly old rain! | 0:31:03 | 0:31:07 | |
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? | 0:31:13 | 0:31:18 | |
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, | 0:31:20 | 0:31:24 | |
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, | 0:31:24 | 0:31:28 | |
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked? | 0:31:28 | 0:31:32 | |
Stroke on stroke of pain... but what slow panic, | 0:31:32 | 0:31:38 | |
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets? | 0:31:38 | 0:31:43 | |
Ever from their hair and through their hand's palms misery swelters. | 0:31:43 | 0:31:49 | |
Surely we have perished Sleeping, and walk hell... | 0:31:49 | 0:31:54 | |
..but who these hellish? | 0:31:59 | 0:32:02 | |
These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. | 0:32:03 | 0:32:08 | |
Canadians came in to relieve the Anzacs. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:17 | |
More British divisions moved up. | 0:32:17 | 0:32:20 | |
Yard by yard, they crept towards Passchendaele. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:24 | |
On October 28th Haig wrote, | 0:32:24 | 0:32:27 | |
"The seventh division were engulfed in mud in places when they attacked. | 0:32:27 | 0:32:32 | |
"Rifles could not be used." | 0:32:32 | 0:32:35 | |
It happened every day. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:38 | |
Ludendorf wrote, | 0:32:38 | 0:32:40 | |
"It was not longer life at all. It was just unspeakable suffering. | 0:32:40 | 0:32:46 | |
"And through this world of mud the attackers dragged themselves, slowly but steadily and in dense masses. | 0:32:46 | 0:32:54 | |
"Man fought against man, but only too often the mass was successful." | 0:32:54 | 0:32:59 | |
O German mother dreaming by the fire, | 0:33:03 | 0:33:07 | |
While you are knitting socks to send your son | 0:33:07 | 0:33:10 | |
His face is trodden deeper in the mud. | 0:33:10 | 0:33:14 | |
Passchendaele, a brick-coloured stain on the watery wilderness, | 0:33:28 | 0:33:33 | |
fell to the Canadians on November 6th. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:36 | |
Six days later the battle ended. | 0:33:36 | 0:33:39 | |
It had cost the British army nearly a quarter of a million casualties. | 0:33:39 | 0:33:45 | |
They had not even completely reached their first objective. | 0:33:45 | 0:33:49 | |
Ostend and Zeebrugge remained in German hands. | 0:33:49 | 0:33:53 | |
But a German staff officer called this battle, "The greatest martyrdom of the war." | 0:33:53 | 0:34:01 | |
Another German wrote in his last letter home, | 0:34:01 | 0:34:05 | |
"You do not know what Flanders means. Flanders means endless human endurance. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:12 | |
"Flanders means blood and scraps of human bodies. | 0:34:12 | 0:34:17 | |
"Flanders means heroic courage and fatefulness, even until death." | 0:34:17 | 0:34:22 | |
In the Ypres Salient the ultimate battle was fought, not amid the swamps, but in the hearts of men. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:32 | |
And now they were beginning to recognise their other enemy. | 0:34:32 | 0:34:36 | |
A war correspondent caught a hint of it. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:40 | |
"For the first time the British army lost its spirit of optimism, | 0:34:40 | 0:34:45 | |
"and there was a sense of deadly depression among many officers and men with whom I came in touch. | 0:34:45 | 0:34:52 | |
"They saw no ending of the war and nothing except continuous slaughter, such as that in Flanders." | 0:34:52 | 0:35:00 | |
The soldiers' opinion of this battle - they were very bitter. | 0:35:32 | 0:35:37 | |
The point at issue was no-one, no infantryman at all, minded one bit being shot about, | 0:35:37 | 0:35:43 | |
or doing his job on a terra firma - where he could stand to fight. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:49 | |
But here we were so hopelessly placed that there was no thought of getting to any final objective | 0:35:49 | 0:35:56 | |
because you couldn't even swim or stagger there. | 0:35:56 | 0:36:01 | |
There was this bitter feeling that prevailed amongst the infantrymen | 0:36:06 | 0:36:11 | |
when they saw their lads and they knew not wounded, not killed, but drowned in this filthy mud. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:18 | |
I can see them all asleep, three men deep, | 0:36:22 | 0:36:26 | |
and it's bitter cold at night, since the fight | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
and they're nowhere near a fire - but our wire | 0:36:29 | 0:36:33 | |
Has 'em fast as can be. Can't you see | 0:36:33 | 0:36:37 | |
When the flare goes up? | 0:36:37 | 0:36:40 | |
Ssh! Boys; what's that noise? | 0:36:40 | 0:36:43 | |
Do you know what these rats eat? Body-meat! | 0:36:43 | 0:36:48 | |
Since we believe not otherwise can kind fires burn; | 0:36:54 | 0:36:59 | |
Nor ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit. | 0:36:59 | 0:37:04 | |
For God's invincible spring our love is made afraid; | 0:37:04 | 0:37:09 | |
Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born, | 0:37:09 | 0:37:13 | |
For love of God seems dying. | 0:37:13 | 0:37:19 | |
Good-bye old lad! Remember me to God, | 0:37:22 | 0:37:25 | |
And tell him that our Politicians swear | 0:37:25 | 0:37:28 | |
They won't give in till Prussian Rule's been trod | 0:37:28 | 0:37:31 | |
Under the Heal of England... Are you there? | 0:37:31 | 0:37:35 | |
Yes...and the War won't end for at least two years; | 0:37:35 | 0:37:40 | |
But we've got stacks of men... I'm blind with tears, | 0:37:40 | 0:37:45 | |
Staring into the dark. Cheero! | 0:37:45 | 0:37:49 | |
I wish they'd killed you in a decent show. | 0:37:49 | 0:37:53 | |
Subtitles by Kate Spence BBC Broadcast 2003 | 0:38:10 | 0:38:14 | |
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