I have admired and enjoyed Michael Palin’s work since his Monty Python days through his madcap movies and then his travel adventures. I have read a few of his books. I am also a student of the First World War and the pain, suffering and death experienced by so many ’common men’.
In the early 1980s I read a book that affected my outlook on life, A. B. Facey’s A Fortunate Life. It made me realise that the ‘good’ humans on this planet weren’t the rich, the powerful, the famous. The good people were those who led an honest life, loved those near and dear and demanded little from government and others. Uncle Harry was one such person. Sadly, he made the ultimate sacrifice in a rather pointless conflict, but a conflict that changed the world and those changes still reverberate today.
Palin begins his book by giving an account of how he came into possession of a collection of papers, letters, documents and photographs. One of these photographs is of his Great Uncle Harry in a military uniform. Palin had heard very little of Great Uncle Harry and this book is the culmination of several years of research.
Palin tells of his great uncle’s immediate family, of his time spent in India and then New Zealand. He makes guesses and assumptions about great uncle Harry that are very Michael Palin. They are witty, a bit mischievous and dry.
Like so many colonials Harry got caught up in the turmoil and euphoria of going off to protect the empire. Palin writes about the often-delayed voyage to the war. We hear the voices of the real men, their real views, and real difficulties. The reader gets to taste what war was really like for those pulling the trigger and holding their mate while life drained from their body. Not the academic writings of some stuffy Cambridge don typing away in his booklined study.
Palin draws on primary sources, mainly Harry’s and other soldier’s diaries, letters sent from the front line to loved ones at home and statements and views expressed at the time.
What I found fascinating that Palin writes from the New Zealanders point of view. For someone who has read so many ANZAC stories where New Zealand soldiers were hardly mentioned this was revealing.
As they approached the Suez Canal the men, including their senior officers assumed they were heading to England. All were bitterly disappointed when they embarked in Egypt, the land of ‘dust and sand’. The men were told that they must behave in a manner that ‘upholds the prestige of the British race’. Nevertheless, the temptations of the flesh were strong with Cairo having thousands of prostitutes from surrounding lands. Many bars opened selling spirits of indeterminable origins. One officer wrote that it was the city of Bacchus and Venus. Palin commented that the first casualty of war is truth, followed closely by chastity.
I learnt that when Turkey entered the war the allies were concerned that they might try to take control of the Suez Canal and it was in its defense that New Zealand troops first saw action. They soon learnt that the Turks were more than just ‘orange sellers.’
It wasn’t long before the NZ troops became part of the Gallipoli campaign. ‘We heard for the first time that sickening soft thud of shell fragments and bullets meeting human flesh.’
The NZ troops experienced horrific battles. The death toll was horrendous, and he lost many friends and mates. Michael Palin makes reference to the 2022 documentary on the Falklands War where a soldier explained that on the battlefield you are not fighting for King, country or empire, you’re fighting for the man to the right of you and for the man on the left of you. Frederick Forsyth said similar in his television series, Soldiers, “they don’t fight for political slogans or for their regiments honour. They fight for one another.’ They then only share the memories of battles with fellow soldiers.
Where the attack on Gallipoli was a disaster, the evacuation was an outstanding success. Harry was hoping that they would get time in Old Blighty, but this wasn’t to be. The troops landed in Southern France and then travelled north to the Somme River. During this section of the book Palin relies heavily on Harry’s diaries. Initially he misses out on leave but when some does come through, he dashed across the channel to see his mother and assorted family. A sad aspect of his home leave is that he proposes to his lady friend, Marge, but she says no. Palin recalls how Marge went on to have a long productive life passing away in 1974 at the age of eighty-nine.
When Harry returns to the front Palin gives a vivid description of the trenches and the living condition. The author gave mind numbing casualty counts. I thought of the population of country towns I had lived in, of the number who were attending Taylor Sift concerts.
The tactics of the generals of World War 1 wasn’t about making advances and capturing land, it was all about a kill count. You had to kill more of the enemy then they killed of your men to win. Again, Michael Palin drew on official accounts of the attacks in the Battle of the Somme.
It was on the 27th September 1916 that Harry’s luck ran out and he was killed on the battlefield. The army often used palliative euphemisms to describe soldiers’ deaths. Because Great Uncle Harry’s remains were never found Palin believes he was ‘obliterated’ by an enemy shell.
‘Lance Corporal Palin was a very small fry in a very big war’, but then it was the thousands and thousands of the ‘insignificant’ who we should remember. At this stage of the book this particular reader shed a tear, not just for Harry, but for all who lost their lives in this senseless war.
Palin concludes his story of Harry by describing the damage that the war did to Harry’s family.
In the lengthy acknowledgements he mentions the role of Peter Jackson, of Lord of the Rings fame, in supplying so much valuable information and pictures of the New Zealand soldiers in the War.