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A Night Patrol
'The last rays of sunlight had slipped from the horizon and darkness had finally fallen. We had all had out small quantities of rum, and now stared ahead, to No-Man's Land and what lay ahead of us. The night was dark as the moon was hidden by the thick dark clouds, which would be to our advantage, though it would make the going harder.
We had roughly ten hours ahead of us, crawling through the dark, muddy No Man's Land, then back again. We knew they'd be patrolling out there, and if we met them, we'd be in for it, but it was a risk we had to take, there was no backing out of a commanders orders.
I'd been dreading this almost as much as the order to go over the top, which thankfully had not come yet. Our mission was simple enough: sneak into the enemy trenches and capture and bring back a German. Hand guns were useless on our mission, one sound and we'd have their whole army on our backs.
The five of us set off into No-Man's Land, me, my best friend (who'd signed up with me) and three fellow comrades. It was hard going, just as we'd assumed it would be, taking us several hours, for what only a few hundred meters. We crawled through mud and water, constantly fearing we'd be spot and killed by their snipers, or patrols.
We were fortunate, we made it to their trenches unspotted. Now came the difficult stage. We cut through the barbed wire as quickly and quietly as possible, the hole wide enough for us to pass through silently. I managed to catch my coat on a barb, ripping it silently, but no one noticed.
We could barely breathe as we slipped into the trenches, lest we woke those sleeping all around us - and that would mean dead certainly. All our knifes out, we approached them, all fast asleep, what happened next would decide whether we lived or died. I had my hand on my pistol if the worst came to worst.
My best friend approached him, swiftly, silently, from behind. He held the knife in one hand, his other ready to silence the man when he woke. We all stood tensely, ready to run, if they awoke.
He grabbed the man in a flash, bringing the knife to his throat, hand over his mouth. The German struggled and made some faint muffled noises, but my friend was strong, and wide awake, the German silencing quickly. He forced the German to his feet and we led him back the way we had come.
The German understood the dangers now, for if we were spotted, they wouldn't spare him, they'd try and kill us all. Suddenly there was a cry that made us all freeze in horror 'intruders'. The sentries had spotted us!
We ran for our lives, my friend and me, along with the German behind, the other three running ahead. There was gun shot flooding the skies, all our senses, we couldn't get out of their range in time!
Suddenly my friend stumbled and fell, the German along with him, and me diving to the ground to avoid waves of hot lead. I crawled over to him, and to my horror saw a bullet had hit him, through the lung close to his heart. Warm blood streamed over his muddy clothes, and his face torn with pain, though he made not a sound - he would not betray our positions.
"Too late for me, Adam," he murmured hoarsely, no more audible then the faintest whisper. I was so close to him and could barely hear him over the thunderous sounds of gunshot. "Tell 'em, tell 'em back 'ome I died fight-"
"Y - yeah," I murmured shocked, but he didn't hear me. His eyes had glazed over, and he'd gone to sleep, a sleep he wouldn't wake from, not even finishing his sentence.
I felt numb, but I managed to stop myself crying out loud in pain, though I could feel tears rushing to my eyes. My head was swimming, and before I knew what was happening I had fainted.
It was late afternoon when I woke, the German still there with me. We'd survived, unlike my friend. It was too early for us to move, we had to pretend to be dead ''til night fell, 'til we could sneak back to my camp. And we did.
I was highly praised for bringing back the German, and I found out soon that the three who'd ran ahead had been gunned down too. So in a way, my best mate had saved my life, it also hardened me. I wouldn't die in the trenches. I'd make sure I got back home and it was properly known all he'd done. He wouldn't be forgotten.'
- Adam Heartridge, British Soldier *
Weapons
During the First World War, a huge range of different weapons were invented and used, in an attempt to break the stalemate, some good, some ending up in a scrap-yard. The Great War was the first to properly use 'modern weapons' such as artillery and riffles, and later on - not successfully - tanks. The attidudes towards the war and weapons changed greatly to as the war progressed, soldiers soon realising the swords they had brought with them, had fought with in the past, would be useless there.
WeaponUseEffectiveness
| Sword | At the beginning of the war, everyone went to war expecting hand-to-hand conflict to the death, as had happened in the past. | Not very, as soldiers soon found out. They were mowed down by enemy machine guns before they could even get close to the enemy. | | Bayonets | Attached to the machine gun, these long spikes were used in a similar weapon to swords in close combat fighting. | More effective than swords, as they were attached to guns, but it was rare for soldiers to engage in hand-to-hand fighting.| Dagger | A night time raid was the only time the 'old fashioned' weapons could be used. Silent, they could kill without waking the enemy. | Night time raids were common, meaning daggers were effective. Lighter than swords, they could kill, or be used to take prisoners.| Riffles | If the enemy came over the top, they could shoot them down with these reliable, accurate weapons that had range over half a mile and accuracy for several hundred meters. | A soldier was never seen without his trusty riffle. They were regularly cleaned and checked and very rarely malfunctioned. One of the most important weapons in the war.| Machine Guns | Machine guns could fire over 400 shells per minute. Enemies that came anywhere near these would be mowed down. They didn't need to be aimed as it was almost certain they'd hit something. | Machine guns were extremely useful and effective, stopping many advancing parties. All the soldiers needed to do was keep reloading, and the enemies would keep falling.| Grenades | Grenades could wipe out a large section of a trench if they got inside. They were the reason trenches were zigzag, to cut down on the explosion. | Grenades were very useful, often parties being sent out to bomb the enemy. In Britain alone approximately 250,000 grenades were being produced every week.| Flamethrowers | Flamethrowers let out a powerful jet of fire, intended to wipe out the enemy front line. | The flamethrowers, though strong could only hit enemies at close range, the most developed only reached out 40 meters. They didn't burn for long either, 40 seconds max.| Tanks | Armed with heavy guns, tanks were very strong. They could brake through barbed wire easily, and were designed to help break through the German Front Line. | There were problems with this new weapon though, one being it was very slow. They could be destroyed easily by artillery, and often broke down anyway. They were most useful at the Battle of Amiens, when the Allies managed to break through.| Artillery | Artillery were powerful guns that were used to bomb the enemy before going over the top. They had a very long range, thoough they weren't very fast, and were used to destroy barbed wire and the enemy soldiers. | Long ranged and powerful, these guns could hit enemy trenches easily, with explosive shells. However, they made it difficult to cross No-Man's Land, rarely destoyed wire, and enemies could hide from them easily.
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The weapons above are just a few of those that were used in World War One. Many strange weapons were invented for the cause, that didn't work, so we know little about them. Some were useful some were not so useful. One important aspect of the trench warfare not mentioned above was gas.
Gas
Poisonous gas was used right from the beginning of the War, when in the first month of battling, the French used it against the Germans in the shape of grenades. There were three different types of gases that were seen on the battle field: Lachrymator, Asphyxiant and Diphosgene.
Lachrymator was the first type of gas to be used, by the French, and was a tear-producing gas. If it was inhaled, it would cause the person to be temporally blinded with tears and for their nose and throat to become painfully inflamed and swollen. The most common type of Lachmator gas was bromine, as it was easy to brew.
Asphxiant was first used by the Germans in April of 1915, against the French in the Battle of Ypres. This type of gas was poisonous, most common used, Chlorine Gas. If the gas got onto the body, it would combine with the moisture in the body, such as in the lungs or the eyes to form Hydrochloric Acid. The acid would burn the body from the inside, and if they took in enough, eventually, if they didn't get help, it killed them.
One disadvantage of Chlorine Gas was that in damaging the lungs, it caused the victim to cough and choke, limiting how much gas could get inside. Later Phosgene gas was used, twice as deadly as Chlorine, only a small amount needed to put soldiers out of fighting, and killing within 48 hours.
Diphosgene was the most deadly of all the gases used, and once again, was first deployed by the Germans. Unlike the previous gases that attacked the respiratory system, the gas acted on any moist part of the body, the skin, eyes, lungs to name a few. It would produce horrible blisters, bleeding lungs, blindness and eventually death. It was odourless, and could hang over the trenches for several weeks. The most common type was Mustard Gas.
For the most, armies learned to combat gases with gas masks. At the beginning of the War, these were very simple, cotton pads that had been soaked in urine - the ammonia able to neutralise the poison. Only in July of 1915 were the soldiers given efficient gas masks, but even there was little these gas masks could do, when in 1917 the Germans because launching their deadly Mustard gas.
Over the 4 years of the War, over a million soldiers suffered from the gases. Over 100,000 of these died too, in horrible painful deaths.
Back to the Top
They had said it would be a quick war that it would be over by Christmas, but by December 25th, they were still sat frozen in their trenches, the last place they wanted to be, to spend their Christmas.But as the 25th finally came, there was a change. Half asleep, at 2.00 a.m., the British soldiers on sentry duty heard voices drifting across No-Man's Land along with the faint mist. Soon all the British were awake and ready, guns out, but as the mist cleared, instead of seeing Germans tramping across to attack, they were slowly appearing from the trenches with signs of 'Merry Christmas'.
They were singing songs, carols in German, and though the soldiers orders were to kill all enemies, the Germans were saying: "You no shoot, we no shoot." It was against every wish of the superiors, but it was Christmas, and this was the greatest Christmas present the British could ever have dreamt of, being able to abandon the trenches, forget all the hate, and join with the Germans.
It was quickly done, them slowly coming from the trenches with flags of truce, meeting with the Germans, exchanging small gifts, such as tobacco, tea and cookies, playing games, talking, saying of how silly the war was, burying the dead. They even played football between the barbed wires, showing, even in the mist of all the terrible slaughter, they could still have peace.
The truce occurred all over the Western front, a strange few hours of peace, men from each country joining together to celebrate the special day. It was terrible for the generals, and as soon as they found out, they tried to force the soldiers to fight again, but for that day every soldier refused.
The unofficial truce ended at midnight, a mutual agreement once again, this time to return to their own trenches - some men had even dared to venture into the enemy trenches. A few warning shots were fired as it ended, but soon they were all back in their respected places - to superiors relief. Within a matter of days the fighting back on, as brutal and bloody as before.
It's strange to think that even in the middle of all the evil, needless fighting, there could be a truce, where the soldiers called themselves brothers, rather than enemies. Strange how only a few days later they were back to the terrible hardships of the trenches once again, sad really.
And the war raged on for the next 4 years, horrific numbers of men dying every attack, almost as if the truce had never even taken place. It became no more than a whisper of a memory, but one that for those who had been there and had been lucky enough to survive the War, it was one they would certainly never forget.
Back to the Top
In the 1900s Britain had controlled the largest navel fleet and control over the sea, only challenged by Germany's growing navy. There were only these two powers that were likely of engaging in sea warfare; France, Russia, Austria-Hungary and the other allies were concentrated purely on the two Fronts.
However, as Britain had control of the sea, she wasn't keen on fighting the Germans in full out sea warfare. There were various reasons for this, one largely being that there were many other uses for the ships. Britain was able to get food from all round the world, keeping up the trade, and stopping starvation for the people. Raw materials could be supplied to Britain, for ammunition and the British Expeditionary Force could travel to where they were needed easily over the sea.
With the upper hand, Britain didn't want to risk open warfare, because if she lost that would basically be Britain out of the war, as an island the sea was such an important part of Britain's contributes.
Germany knew the British didn't want war, and so tried to lure the British to attack. The British had blockaded the German port and High Sea Fleet, from the start of the war, but German ships already out at sea were used. They attacked the British ports, from Hartlepool to Whitby to Scarborough and Great Yarmouth, but nothing this only resulted in a few very small battles.