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360 pages, Hardcover
First published December 15, 2015
From the approximately 900,000 Austro-Hungarian troops committed to the battle against Russia in late August, only slightly over half of them reached the safety of the San [River] in mid-September. In three weeks of fighting, Conrad had lost approximately 420,000 men, including over 100,000 killed, about 100,000 in Russian captivity, and some 220,000 wounded. The overall loss was equal to the size of Austria-Hungary’s prewar standing army. (253-4)
It was apparent to AOK that something had gone dreadfully wrong, and the campaign… became known as Conrad’s “autumn swinery” (Herbstsau) among cynical staff officers who saw that the army was simply incapable of generating sufficient combat power against the Russians to win. (279)
The fourth day brought rain, making the soupy trenches even more intolerable, and at 10:00 a.m. one of the militiamen jumped out of his trench, stripped off all his clothes and ran amok, dancing naked before the enemy. The Russians, perhaps in awe, fired no shots at the crazed soldier, or at the two comrades who ventured out to rescue him by dragging him back to the trench. (232)
At evening the autumn woodlands ring
With deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
And lakes of blue, the sun
More darkly rolls. The night surrounds
Warriors dying and the wild lament
Of their fragmented mouths.
Yet silently there gather in the willow combe
Red clouds inhabited by an angry god,
Shed blood, and the chill of the moon.
All roads lead to black decay.
Under golden branching of the night and stars
A sister's shadow sways through the still grove
To greet the heroes' spirits, the bloodied heads.
And softly in the reeds Autumn's dark flutes resound.
O prouder mourning! - You brazen altars,
The spirit's hot flame is fed now by a tremendous pain:
The grandsons, unborn.