I definitely understand the Battle and its semantics and politics so much better, but am still far from comprehending it. The read is relentless and hard. The Somme was an offensive that was a costly tactic, a last-ditch effort to save Verdun, France, and slow the continuing forward-push of the German Army. When 'Trench Warfare' is coined, The Somme is the very model, of misery in death and endless shelling and mud. This was one of the most succinct, clear accounts of the Battle I've ever read, made all the more wrenching as it is liberally salted--to purpose--with biographical recountings from those who died there and the very few who survived. I don't think there's a larger than 3-page gap between stories of who died, how they died, and their heroics from simply being there, never mind how they gave up their lives. Brutal, compelling and quick read; made the Battle feel all the more senseless and dully vital for all involved being unwilling to yield. Churchill is quoted and sums up the complete lack of anything achieved, beyond forcing the Germans into a dismal stalemate: "We have not advanced three miles in the direct line at any point. We have only penetrated to that depth on a front of 8,000 yards. Penetration upon so narrow a front is quite useless for the purpose of breaking the line. It would be fatal to advance through a gap of this small size. The open country towards which we are struggling by inches is capable of entrenched defence at every step, and is utterly devoid of military significance.' The only thing left was to waylay, force the hemorrhaging of manpower and munitions, and stall for Verdun; and that is what was done. As a result of the heavy losses, Germany decided to retreat from its fronts all the way back to the Hindenburg line. Said American General Hunter-Liggett, "That retreat, caused by the British success on the Somme, may well have saved the Allies from defeat in 1918 before we could aid them in force." Note of interest: JRR Tolkien was on the ground during much of the Somme, before contracting trench fever and being relieved of frontline duty. Years later he said, "The Dean Marshes and the approaches to the Morannon owe something to Northern France after the Battle of the Somme," as part of battlefield life was being confronted by corpses, often decaying in the mud, that had lain undisturbed, except by the bombardment, for days, weeks, and even months.