Garry Willmott - The Other Side of the Trench

Web Sites

http://www.anzacday.org.au

http://militaryhistory.about.com/od/worldwari/p/BelleauWood.htm

http://www.firstworldwar.com

http://virus.stanford.edu/uda/

http://canadaonline.about.com/od/ww1battles/ig/Pictures-Battle-of-Vimy-Ridge/Mule-Team-Drawing-Ammunition.htm

http://www.ww1battlefields.co.uk/others/vimy.html

http://doglawreporter.blogspot.com.au

http://www.wehrmacht-awards.com

http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/philsnet/T%20Hampson%20WW1%20Diary%20100.htm

http://community-2.webtv net/Hahn-50thAP-K9/K9History2/

http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/ypres world war one.htm

http://www.ww1-world-war-one.info/WWI-World-War-1-information-History-War-Casualties-Cost.htm

http://www.vimyfoundation.ca/newsletter articles/courage-and-valour-at-vimy-ridge-canadians-earn-the-victoria.html

http://www.adoptadigger.org/blog/item/the-lost-diggers-as-seen-on

http://www.australiansatwar.gov.au/stories/stories ID=181 war=W1.html

http://www.ww1westernfront.gov.au/battlefields/mouquet-farm-1916.html

http://www.worldwar1.com/pharc.htm

http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/ww1/photoessay.htm

http://www.worldwar1.com/heritage/marnetaxis.htm

http://www.greatwardifferent.com/Great War/Paris at War/Paris at War 01

http://www.firstworldwar.com/battles/marne1.htm

http://www.mercurynie.com.au/anzac/victoriacross.html

http://www.historynet.com/world-war-i-battle-of-hamel.htm

http://www.firstworldwar.com/diaries/atmessinesridge.htm

http://www.wereldoorlog1418.nl/battleverdun/kortverdun/index.htm

http://www.nzhistory net nz/war/le-quesnoy/battle-accounts-lt-averill

http://www.vlib.us/medical/

http://www.firstworldwar.com/battles/ypres3.htm

http://www.kingandempire.com/cemetery.html

http://www.1914-1918.net/bat15E Fromelles.html

http://www.awm.gov.au/units/event 159.asp

http://www.ozebook.com/ww1/westernfront/documents/45.html

http://www.ww1westernfront.gov.au/battlefields.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles Bean

Books

Les Carlyon:The Great War - Pan Macmillian, 2006

Jonathon King: The Western Front Diaries - Simon & Schuster 2010

Patrick Lindsay Fromelles - Hardie Grant Books - 2008

Peter Pederson - ANZACS on the Western Front Wiley - 2012

Edith Wharton: Fighting France - 1915

War is mainly a catalogue of blunders

Winston Churchill

Chapter 1

Oxford Dictionary Definition
war/wr/
Noun:
A state of armed conflict between different nations or states or different groups within a nation or state.
Verb:
Engage in a war.
Synonyms:
noun. warfare - battle - fight - struggle - combat - strife
verb. fight - combat - battle - make war

The Australian Digger lying in a pool of vile sludge in the middle of what was once a beautiful meadow was listening to the sound of shellfire and machine guns pouring out their deadly poison at an incredible speed; it was deafening.

Harry had no real understanding of the theory of war. All he knew was that war was horrible, destructive and took most of his mates, to where he did not know. He didnt really believe in God anymore. If there was a God how could he let this Armageddon happen? How could he allow women and children to be killed and be mutilated by the foul weapons of war not to mention the hundreds of thousands of soldiers killed fighting for their country?

Yet, he sort of hoped there was a God. If there was, it might give him some hope that if he died in this war, he may go to a better place a place, where there was no carnage. He heard the command yelled from his platoon leader to go forward. Go forward to what? Another stretch of foul smelling mud with the corpses of soldiers or parts of soldiers spread over the place they call no-mans land? To fight for every inch of ground against the enemy and the bloated rats that fed off the fruits of battle?

He didnt have much of a choice: if he was ordered to go forward, he must go forward. He looked at his cobber alongside of him.

Come on, Paddy, lets see if we can get to Passchendaele or whats bloody left of it! They started to crawl through the slime, which was easier than walking, as their boots got stuck in the mud and the foul smelling whale oil they were forced to rub over their feet to try and minimise trench feet made their boots uncomfortable. They made little progress but they did inch forward a little way, when they heard the scream GAS!

All the remaining attacking troops scrambled to put on their gas masks, which made visibility even worse.

This is all we fucking need Harry.

Strange mate I dont see or smell any gas. What the hell is going on? What was going on was the Germans had used mustard gas for the first time. They used shells to deliver it and it was odourless.

This isnt the usual stuff the Huns use. This is something else! yelled Harry They continued their treacherous journey across no-mans land but the officers in charge knew it was pointless and gave the order to retreat back to their own line. Harry and Paddy made it back to the trench having passed countless mates in various states of dismemberment.

The tried to get some sleep after eating their meagre rations of beef jerky, biscuits, jam and a little tea. In the middle of the night Harry was woken by the cries of Paddy.

Whats the matter cobber?

Im burning, my eyes, my face, even my balls. Youve got to help me mate!

OK, Paddy, Ill go and fetch a medic! Youll be OK mate dont you worry! Harry raced as fast as he could along the partially flooded trench, dodging Diggers trying to sleep in the pouring rain as well as rats and overflowing bogs and other obstructions. When he reached the dressing station he was horrified to find there were Diggers everywhere moaning and screaming when the medics tried to apply bandages. He had seen plenty of the wounded here with some atrocious injuries but he had not seen anything like this.

These blokes had been burned down to the flesh, a yellow festering mess. Harry caught the attention of one of the medics, asking him if he could come and see Paddy. The Medic just looked at him in disbelief

Take a look around you soldier. Theres no way in the world I can leave the Dressing Station. If you want your cobber to be seen to, youll have to get him here. Harry raced back to his mate and lifted him up over his shoulder. Paddy screamed in pain.

Put me down I cant just cant stand the pain. Harry tried to work out how to get him back, when another mate, Bluey, offered to help. They lifted him by the arms and legs and despite Paddys objection and screams made their way along the obstacle course until they reached the Station. The medic looked around and instructed Harry and his mate to place Paddy on a stretcher.

Harry and Bluey left him in the hands of the medics and returned to their posts. The Medics told Harry that this gas was like no other; you did not feel the effects until hours after the attack. Thats why Paddy was fine when they got back to their trench.

Paddy had received medium to severe mustard gas burns and as a result was transferred to The Australian Auxiliary Hospital at Harefield, Middlesex, England. He received magnificent care from the medical staff but because of the nature of the burns, he was required to stay in hospital for five months. He was shipped back to Australia and took no part in the war again.