What an excellent subject for study and understanding. War is still talked about in romantic and patriotic terms. More and more, even those largely removed from military culture and experience, now see combat for the hell it is. Author Cook carries on his tremendous work by covering what I call, ‘the culture of survival in combat’.
The subject is the 600,000 plus Canadian combatants who fought in WW1. This is an impressive number given the country’s population was just 8 million at the time. Those Canucks on the frontline were in their mid-twenties and averaged a grade six education. One can easily assume that tobacco, alcohol and leave were how these men coped. The bulk of the book covers how survival went far beyond booze, cigs and prostitutes.
These young men were leaving their municipality or city for the first time. That is amazing enough. Then they were dropped into the trenches. These lads often named those muddy homes after streets and cities back home in an attempt to normalize the shocking surroundings.
Roughly, 15,000 of the 600,000 who served had breakdowns. Call it what you want; Postconcussional Syndrome, Combat Stress Reaction, Battle Fatigue, Combat Disorder, Combat Neurosis or Shell Shock, it was all the same. Men faced and dealt with psychological and physical dysfunction. The term the Canadian military used at the time was N.Y.D.N. The abbreviation stood for, Not Yet Diagnosed, Nervous, which is delightfully obtuse.
Most men only lasted a year in combat, similar to the length of combat service in Vietnam. Over that time, it was noted, twenty-year-olds soon looked forty from rapid aging. One dream or goal of those who served was a “blighty”. This was an injury that got you out of combat duty without permanent disability.
Superstition existed in liberal amounts. There was even a belief in “magical thinking”, a way to ward off the bad. The account of Corporal Will Bird is amazing. One night his brother, killed in combat two years earlier, visited him. The brother influences Will to physically follow him, that’s how real the visage appeared. This intervention saves Will’s life as a shell would later hit where he normally slept.
The physical dead cohabitated with the living. Corpses were always close by. This would be haunting unto itself. Especially when the dead were “protruding through the trench walls.” How could a veteran not be scarred by such conditions? As the author observes, it is a horror movie but one that the troops were subjected to almost daily.
No Man’s Land, the area between the lines, even became known as a place where monsters roamed. This was a way for the men to describe or accept the brutality and randomness of death. Most combatants wore talismans of the traditional religious variety or a “touch-wood” or “funsup”. The latter refers to ‘thumbs up’ and acted as a worry-stone that men rubbed for good luck or to lessen anxiety. Numerology was frequently debated and used as well.
The average age of the Canadian fighting soldier was 26. This did not stop many from being visited by their mother on the battlefield. Not a dead parent mind you, but their still-alive mother who appeared to them and gave them solace and guidance. In one case, similar to Corporal Bird, a soldier claimed his mother appeared and guided him away from a certain death.
There were also more mundane activities including playing cards, killing lice and rats, and writing that “last letter”. This did not always stem very real fears that prompted irrational and, often, debilitating premonitions of death or injury. The prospect of a death could bring on a catatonic state.
These conditions prompted other outlets. The war created a new language. New words were devised, and men adopted creative slang known only to those on the front-lines. This dialect would unite veterans for years after the war. Newfoundlanders who were still not a part of Canada, proudly came up with their own jargon as a further sign of independence.
“Jake” meant “fine”, “blighty” meant “home” (and a favorable wound), and “here’s to mud in your eye” was a phrase for celebrating survival of an artillery bombardment. A battle was a “show”, “jumping the bags” referred to climbing sandbags to attack, as did the more universally expressed, “over the top”. Author Cook goes onto cover profanity as a means of coping.
The chapter devoted to the role of music is fascinating. Music has always been an escape and a release. The men in war certainly saw it that way. They sang, put on shows, and created their own ditties. Scottish pipers inspired men to move forward with the sound of bagpipes. Everyone knew the lyrics to “Pack Up Your Troubles” and “Oh! It’s a Lovely War”.
Lyrics to famous songs were infamously changed to channel anger and fear. Anyone who has served and marched knows that that activity is boring. Thus, marching songs, both approved and bawdy, were song with gusto. I remember my father, a WW2 navy vet, singing “Tipperary” after a few drinks. It somehow became an anthem for both wars.
What else gets you through such a terror? The universally human activity of storytelling. These ranged from succinct rumor, “The Huns are coming tonight”, to more elaborate yarns spun before lights out. Stories of Germans crucifying captured Canadians must have contributed to both fear and commitment.
Canadian soldiers wrote millions of letters over the course of the war. Many kept whole diaries. Indeed, it is these that are largely the source material for this book. Letters, postcards and care packages flowed the other way. The effect on those who received a bit of home is immeasurable.
The book goes onto exam the role of trench newspapers and comic books. These sprung up in industrious amounts over the four years of combat. I was more astounded at the chapter called, “Material Culture”. This covers the collection of souvenirs or the turning of war materials into souvenirs, much of it elaborate trench art. An unflattering saying of German prisoners was “the English fight for honour, the Australians for glory, and the Canadians for souvenirs.”
There were close to 66,000 Canadian combat deaths. The men who came back were both scarred and proud. They stayed banded together by various veteran organizations. Many had a hard time coping with civilian life, proving that each war, though different, is very much the same.
Thanks and kudos to Tim Cook for writing yet another marvelous contribution to Canadian history. And for having a bit of trench humor of his own. Chapter 11 in this book is called, “Shock Troupes” as it covers wartime theatrics and is a clever nod to his earlier book, Shock Troops.