I read Forgotten Voices of the Great War hot on the heals of the Desert Victory entry into this series (which covers the North African theatre of World War II) so I knew roughly what to expect. I gave that book a 4 star rating - marvelling at the amazing feat of editing it represented (see below) but felt that the book could have helped guide the reader through the nuances of the relatively obscure desert war history better with improved signposting and maps.
This book, brought together by Max Arthur, is an equally masterful feat of editing: the basic approach for both books (and I imagine all of the other nine books I can find in the series) is to take the many hours of audio, recorded by London's Imperial War Museum, of veterans and civilians of the various conflicts and to splice these myriad accounts of different facets of the war into one coherent account.
Entries range from a few lines to a couple of pages at most from each individual. We hear from a private at Paschendale, a civilian at the home front, an Australian at Gallipoli. Certain individuals, like Philip Neame and Richard Tobin appear throughout the book in multiple entries, the editors having broken up their accounts chronologically, so that they emerge in different places and in different roles (the book tracks their rank so a corporal becomes a sergeant and so on).
The entries themselves can be anything from a fairly simple description of life behind the trenches (the food, or soldiers' thoughts about going on leave - which are by no means all positive) to the sort of deeply upsetting details you would associate with World War I, such as unbelievable feats of VC-winning bravery. But one of the book's great strengths is how it doesn't only describe the incredible or downright dreadful, but paints a picture of the monotony of trench warfare and of how life actually carried on, even at the front. Above all else, the reader gets a sense of how the appalling to us became routine for those who were there. For me, this is a valuable counterweight to the World War I poetry that can at times somewhat over maudlin-ise the war (to coin a phrase); what struck me throughout this work was how soldiers could process the carnage and slaughter they witnessed around them and still do their job, and somehow still seem human in amongst it all.
Of course, there is horror and pathos aplenty here too and it is as "immensely moving" as any poetry, for me at least because the events described are often stated so un-eloquently and so plainly. Some of the most poignant moments were the retreats or the loss of ground that led soldiers to confront starkly the blood spilt for what was only a few meters gained, now so readily lost. Ordinary Seaman Joe Murray epitomises this, as he describes his retreat during the last days of the failed campaign at Gallipoli:
"I thought to myself ... 'now we're stealing away from Gallipoli'. I remember when I came towards Backhouse Post, I thought to myself 'Oh dear me! Poor old Yates and Parsons, all killed and buried here.' When we first went to Backhouse Post I remember how happy and anxious we were to get stuck into the Turks. And now here we were, only a handful left. As we got further from the line near Backhouse Post, I remembered the advance we had on May the 6th, when more of my pals died, such as Petty Officer Warren and Young Yates. I could still hear young Horton crying for his mother as he died ... The tears were streaming down my cheeks, I just couldn't restrain them. My eyes were smarting so much I think I walked the rest of the way with my eyes closed."
Similar sentiments are shared when the allies are pushed back to the 1916 Somme battlefields during the German's last big push in 1918 (after they are reinforced with troops formerly engaged on the Eastern front) - an event I only learnt about thanks to this book - so you will certainly come away better informed about the broad strokes of World War I as well as how life went on there.
Appropriately for the portrayal of the more normal aspects of life in the war, there are moments of real humour too. A great example is given by Mary Hillyer on the Home Front. She went to find work at a nearby college:
"I remember looking on the board one morning and for my first job, I saw, 'Will Miss Hillyer please take the sow to the boar.' I overheard one of the girls say, 'Oh well, she hasn't got far to go.' So I harness the sow with a halter and marched her down the road, then popped her into a stable at the Boar Hotel. And I thought I'd done my job rather well, but when I came back, of course, there was an alrighty row."
I knocked a star off Desert Victory for the difficulty it posed to the reader in following the events of that war. Perhaps because of better introductions to each chapter, or the far greater familiarity I have with World War I, this wasn't at issue here. The only true gripe I have with this book is that (to its credit) you get thoroughly invested in the individual stories, but, firstly, it is extremely difficult always to recall whether you have 'heard from' a particular individual before (and what they last said or did); and, secondly, you seldom find out what happened to them (did they survive? did they get military awards? and so on).
It isn't enough to bring this down from a five star as this book is truly a phenomenal work, but it is a pity nonetheless, particularly as these are such easily fixed problems. For the first, simply label entries with a 1/7 style number in brackets (i.e. first entry out of seven - so you know how far through a particular individual's entries you are). This could even be followed by page references to the remaining entries so you can go back and forth (and read just one person's series of entries if you so wish). For the second issue (as I said in my Desert Victory review) a synopsis of what happened to the individual after their last entry would be a wonderful way of honouring them as it would round off their particular story.
With this one reservation, I can unreservedly recommend this book. You will read about the mundane and the miraculous and everything in-between. It is, truly, a wonderful testimony to the very human individuals who took part in an utterly inhuman conflict. This is no better shown than by the frank and honest words of Lieutenant Charles Carrington of the 1/5th Battalion, Warwickshire regiment.
"After eighteen months in France I was still trying to present to be brave and not succeeding very well, and so were we all. All the time one was saying to oneself, 'If they can take it - I can take it!', the awful thing being that this was not an isolated experience but one which went on continuously, minute after minute and even hour after hour"