The winter of 1917 was particularly cold for those soldiers stationed on the Western Front
Arriving at their destination
Photographer John Warwick Brooke |
Infantry marching in the snow
Photographer John Warwick Brooke |
A halt on their way to the Trenches
Photographer John Warwick Brooke |
Bringing in a log for their camp fire
Photographer John Warwick Brooke |
John Warwick Brooke was an official British WW1 photographer from 1916 - 1918
Photograph source : Nation Library Scotland
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Winter Warfare
By
Edgell Rickwood
Colonel Cold strode up the Line
(tabs of rime and
spurs of ice);
stiffened all that met his glare:
horses, men and
lice.
Visited a forward post,
left them burning,
ear to foot;
fingers stuck to biting steel,
toes to frozen
boot.
Stalked on into No Man’s Land,
turned the wire to
fleecy wool,
iron stakes to sugar sticks
snapping at a
pull.
Those who watched with hoary eyes
saw two figures
gleaming there;
Hauptmann Kรคlte, colonel old,
gaunt in the grey
air.
Stiffly, tinkling spurs they moved,
glassy-eyed, with glinting heel
stabbing those who lingered there
As this poem demonstrates there was nothing romantic about a snowy landscape in war
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Powerful reminder. Thank you
ReplyDeleteI agree,Ros. Thanks for visiting.
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