Source Documents on the Battle of the Somme
June 30: The weather report
is favourable for tomorrow. With
God’s help, I feel hopeful. The
men are in splendid spirits. The
wire has never been so well cut, nor the Artillery preparation so thorough.
If the success of any
operation were entirely dependent on the preparations made before Zero Hour,
then the Somme should have been a complete success.
of Captain RJ Trounshell, Princess Victoria’s Fusiliers
George is in the trench, peering through a pair of binoculars across No Man's
Land. There is a deafening noise from the artillery bombardment.]
Oh, God, why do they bother?
Well, it's to kill Jerry, isn't it, Sir?
Yes, but Jerry is safe underground in concrete bunkers. We've shot off over a
million cannon shells and what's the result? One dachshund with a slight limp!
Series 4, Episode 4
Our artillery hadn’t made
any impact on those barbed-wire entanglements.
The result was we never got anywhere near the Germans.
Our lads were mown down. They
were just simply slaughtered. You
were either tied down by the shelling or the machine-guns and yet we kept at
it, making no impact on the Germans at all.
And those young officers, going ahead, they were picked off like flies.
We tried to go over and it was just impossible.
We were mown down.
of Corporal WH Shaw, Royal Welsh Fusiliers
Goes Forth: Captain Cook, Edmund Blackadder spends the entire episode
trying to avoid taking part in an attack.
My instincts lead me to deduce that we are at last about to
over the top. [peers over the top of the trench with a periscope]
Great Scott sir, you mean, you mean the moment's finally arrived for us to
give Harry Hun a darned good British style thrashing, six of the best,
If you mean, "Are we all going to get killed?" Yes.
Right! Bravo-issimo! Well let's make a start eh, up and over to glory, last
one in Berlin's a rotten egg.
Give me your helmet, lieutenant.
hands his helmet to Blackadder, who throws it up into the sky. Immediately
heavy machine-gun fire is heard. He catches the helmet, which now has over 20
holes in it, and gives it back to George.]
Series 4, Episode 1
in the final episode of the series, Blackadder tries to avoid the ‘Big
Push’ by feigning madness:
Hello; the Somme Public Baths -- no running, shouting, or piddling in the
shallow end. Ah, Captain Darling. Tomorrow at dawn. Oh, excellent. See you
later, then. Bye. (hangs up) Gentlemen, our long wait is nearly at an end.
Tomorrow morning, General Insanity Melchett invites you to a mass slaughter.
We're going over the top.
(follows Edmund in) Oh, now, come on, Cap! It may be a bit risky (tries to
speak in a rousing Cockney dialect, but fails miserably), but it sure is
bloomin'ell worth it, gov'nor!
How could it possibly be worth it? We've been sitting here since Christmas
1914, during which millions of men have died, and we've advanced no further
than an asthsmatic ant with some heavy shopping…
men are lined up waiting to go over the top.
Everyone puts a foot forward)
I have a plan, sir.
On the signal, company will advance!
Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was better
than my plan to get out of this by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would
have noticed another madman round here?
Good luck, everyone. (blows his whistle)
yells as they go over the top. German guns fire before they're even off the
ladders. The scene changes to slow motion, and explosions happen all around
them. [An echoed piano slowly plays the Blackadder theme.] The smoke and
flying earth begins to obscure vision as the view changes to the battlefield
moments later: empty and silent with barbed wire, guns and bodies strewn
across it. [A bass drum beats slowly.] That view in turn changes to the same
field as it is today: overgrown with grasses and flowers, peaceful, with
Series 4, Episode 6
were in the first row and the first one I saw were my chum, Clem Cunnington.
I don’t think we’d gone 20 yards when he got it straight through
the chest. Machine-gun
bullets. He went down, I
went down. We got it in the
same burst. I got it
through the shoulder. I
hardly noticed it at the time. I
were so wild when I saw that Clem were finished.
got up and picked up my rifle and got through the wire into their trench and
straight in front there was this dugout – full of jerries, and one big
fellow was on the steps facing me.
I had the Mills bomb [a hand grenade].
Couldn’t use my arm. I
pulled the pin with my teeth and flung it down and I were shouting at them, I
were that wild, ‘There you are! Share that between you!’
The I were off. It
was hand to hand! I went
round one traverse and there was one – face-to-face.
I couldn’t fire one-handed, but I could use the bayonet.
It was him or me – and I went first!
Jab! Just like that.
It were my job. And from there I went on.
Oh, I were wild! Seeing
Clem like that!
climbing out of the trench, making for the second line, and that’s where they
got me again just as I were climbing out, through the fingers this time, on
the same arm. I still
managed to get on. I kept
up with the lads nearly to the second line.
Then I got another one. It
went through my tin hat and down and straight through my foot.
Well, that finished it!
of Private Ernest Deighton, King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry
the whistle went, I threw my rifle on top of the trench and clambered out of
it, grabbed the rifle and started going forward.
There were shell-holes everywhere.
I must have fallen half-a-dozen times before I got to the first line,
and there were lads falling all over the place.
You didn’t know whether they were just tripping up, like me, or
whether they were going down with bullets in them.
Lucas went down. He
was killed before he even got to the first trench.
had two brothers named Moxham and one of them was with us and, looking across,
we see his brother coming to the opposite lip of the crater.
We all shouted, ‘Come on, come on!
Don’t stand there! That
bloomin’ machine-gun’ll come round.
He’ll catch you!’ But
he just stood there a moment too long – and it did get him! He was killed there.
Of course his brother didn’t know what to do with himself.
of Private Roy Bealing, Wiltshire Regiment
just jumped into a trench between two men, Gomer Evans and Dick Darling, and
as I jumped in there was this terrific crash.
I didn’t know any more until I woke up a few minutes later, and there
was old Gomer Evans, he’d got the top of his nut blown off, and Dick
Darling, he’d got it in the back.
His kidney’s blown out. We
had to bury both of them.
of Corporal Horace Smith, Rifle Brigade
biggest mistake that was made in training was that we were never told what to
do in case of failure. All
that time we’d gone backwards and forwards, training, doing it over and over
again like clockwork and then when we had to advance, when it came to the bit,
we didn’t know what to do!
of Sergeant Jim Myers, Machine Gun Corps
memory was seared with the picture of the French and British attacking
together on the Somme on July 1st 1916, the British rigid and slow,
advancing as at a military parade in lines which were torn and ripped by the
German guns, while the French tactical formations, quick and elastic, secured
their objectives with trifling loss.
It had been a terrible spectacle.
As a display of bravery it was magnificent.
As an example of tactics its very memory made me shudder.
Spears, Prelude to Victory (1920s)
was gained, it wasn’t worth the price the men had to paid to gain that
advantage. It was no
advantage to anybody. It
was just sheer bloody murder. That’s
the only words you can use for it.
of Corporal Harry Shaw, Royal Welsh Fusiliers
was a terrible smell. It
was so awful it nearly poisoned you.
A smell of rotten felsh. The
old German front line was covered with bodies – they were seven and eight
deep and they had all gone black. These
people had been lying since the First of July.
Wicked it was! Bodies
all over the place. I’ll
never forget it. I was only
eighteen, but I thought, ‘There’s something wrong here!’
of Corporal Joe Hayles, Rifle Brigade
My Dear Murray
Up till now, I have made it
a rule to write to the next of kin of any of our men who have fallen out here,
but in the present circumstances it is beyond me to continue this practice.
I have no course open to me but to ask you to send this letter to the
Glasgow papers for publication. I
should like to express to all the relatives of those who have died, my
sincerest sympathy with them in their present sorrow.
It may be some consolation
to know that the battalion walked into actionas steadily as if it had been on
the Parade ground, and I cannot adequately express my feeling of admiration
for the spirit, gallantry, and daring with which all faced their terrible
David S Morton, Glasgow Chamber of Commerce Battalion
had agreed that those who ‘joined together’ should ‘serve together’. And on the Somme they died together. In the industrial north of England, on Tyneside and in
Ulster whole communities were plunged into mourning. The 10th West Yorks lost 22 officers and 688
men, the Accrington Pals 21 officers and 585 men, the 4th Tyneside
Scottish 19 officers and 610 men. Their
sacrifice was to little effect.
Bourne, Britain and the Great War (1989)
heavy losses entailed by the fighting at the Somme were making their efforts
felt at home, and sorrow, suffering and anxiety were undoubtedly weakening the
resolve of some people. Murmurs
were heard in the country. Mr
Lloyd George, always sensitive to the breath of public opinion, was already
feeling a lack of confidence in Haig and was no longer giving him his
wholehearted support. Talk of finding another Chief was in the air, and
suggestions were seriously made that we should fight our main battles in some
other theatre of war than against the Germans.
Sir Hubert Gough, The Fifth Army (1931)
commanded the Fifth Army under Haig in the battle of the Somme.
late July, Churchill circulated a paper round the government ministers
criticising Haig’s tactics and achievements:
have not advanced 3 miles in the direct line at any point.
We have only penetrated to that depth on a front of 8,000 to 10,000
yards. Penetration upon to
narrow a front is quite useless for the purpose of breaking the line.
In personnel the results of the operation have been disastrous; in
terrain they have been absolutely barren…
from every point of view the British offensive has been a great
a paper circulated round members of the Cabinet by Churchill, late July.
had asked for a command in the army in 1915, which Haig had refused to give
him, so there may be an element of sour grapes.
In his Diary for 9 August 1916, Haig wrote: ‘I expect
Winston’s judgement is impaired from taking drugs’.
after, Haig got a letter from his Chief of Staff in London, General Sir
William Robertson, warning him of the developments:
powers that be are beginning to get a little uneasy in regard to the
situation. The casualties
are mounting up. They will
persist in asking whether I think a loss of say 300,000 men will lead to
really great results.
to Haig, 29 July 1916
responded by outlining what he thought to be the achievements of the campaign.
given to the world that the Allies are capable of making and maintaining a
vigorous offensive and of driving the enemy’s best troops from the strongest
positions has shaken the faith of the Germans.
Also impressed on the world, England’s strength and determination,
and the fighting power of the British race…
The maintenance of a strong offensive pressure will eventually in the
enemy’s complete overthrow.
to Robertson, 1 August 1916
also had a word with his friend the King, and all talk of overruling him was
morale of the British and Empire troops, so high in the early summer, had
descended to a low point. Before
the Somme the supreme punishment in the Australian forces was to be sent home
in disgrace; henceforth imprisonment had to be introduced.
In October there were cases of desertion to the enemy among British
troops, and the Germans had even been informed of an oncoming attack.
The first officer to be tried and shot for desertion was ordered and
executed in December. ‘No one’, a corps commander protested, ‘who has
not visited the front can really know that state of exhaustion to which the
men are reduced.’
Guinn, British Strategy and Politics 1914 to 1918 (1965)
We were between the devil
and the deep blue sea. If
you go forward, you’ll likely be shot, if you go back you’ll be court-martialled
and shot, so what the hell do you do?
It was hell, it was impossible, utterly impossible.
The only possible way to take High Wood was if the Germans ran short of
ammunition. They couldn’t
take it against machine-gunners, just ridiculous.
We always blamed the people up above.
We had a saying in the Army, ‘The higher, the fewer’. They meant the higher the rank, the fewer the brains.
of Private W Hay, Royal Scots Battalion