September 1st, 1916
Dear Journal,
Looking back on the war, I wonder why I enlisted. I remember someone
saying I looked good in kilts, that was probably why. Maybe, also, to please
my Meg, aye yes, that was probably it. To please my woman. No, that wasnt
it, I wanted to be a hero too. I couldnt be a coward, my family and friends
would think me a coward. Yes that was probably it too, they did not
understand. They told me the war would end quickly and I would come home
a hero. They said many things. Grinning one day, I wrote my lie: aged nineteen
years.
It was not the Germans that I thought of, nor did Austrians did not move me.
At first I wasnt afraid. I had no clue what was to come. I thought of fancy
weapons hidden in my boots, of my pay and leave with young recruits. But I
did not understand what was to come. No, I was just a kid back then.
http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ltg/projects/jtap/tutorials/intro/owen/
September 1st 1917
Dear Journal,
On September 1st 1917 the fifth division was activated for the first time in
Camp Green, North Carolina. I belonged to the 61st Infantry Regiment. Here,
new recruits were stuck until they could pull their own weight, and met up to
army standards. We didnt have much equipment and since the winter was so
cold their wasnt much training going on. Many of the artillery combat weapons
and machine guns were not available at the time; the development of snipers
was a big focus. Artillery training would start however once the units reached
France where the French cannons would be supplied. During this time our
morale was high. Everyone believed that this war would end all wars and was
worth fighting for, it was widely supported.
http://one-six-one.fifthinfantrydivision.com/161pg2.htm
Dear Journal,
Today we had a drill at five in the morning. I was so tired, all I wanted to do
was sleep. After the drill we arrived at Brest where the mud was three inches
deep, we marched up the hill about a half a mile to camp. Later I bought some
nuts from kids, people were very poor, and raggedly looking. They were
wearing wooden shoes, in the rain. It was very muddy, I shared tent with
Boursiau, we went to bed in the mud. We were called out at two am and given
two more blankets to help from freezing. War is hell.
I think im starting to get home sick. I miss being a kid. Hopefully Ill make it out
of this war alive. Then again, anything is better than life in here, even death.
September 30, 1917
Dear Journal,
I will never forget the battle of the hill for as long as I live. The description is
too gruel for words, but I will never forget the short road so cluttered with
death that lifting the dead into ditches to allow people to pass required all of
the healthy peoples busy diligence. Last night I heard many confessions and
people taking Communion in the field or what remains of the houses along the
line. Its incredibly sad to see the young soldiers who are either dead or terribly
mutilated. I always realized that I would see some gruesome things in this war,
but I had never in my life dreamt of something so sick. These murders went on
despite bad weather or any inconvenience imaginable. This victory was a very
important one, but very bloody. The Germans were simply destroyed, white
flags meant nothing to this war. With all of the bombs, bayonets, rifle fire,
machine guns, and explosion shells human bits were left scattered everywhere.
http://www.lrbcg.com/jtcullen/EJCullen.htm
November 11th, 1918
Dear Journal,
As I returned some cheered me home, but not like at football games. A few
people brought me some food. They thanked me and asked me about the war,
and how I was. I was not in the mood to talk about the war. Now I am home,
I will spend a few tiring years in institutes, and depend on everyone around
me. I will take what pity the strong may give, as maybe they can see the
strength that he once had. Maybe they see the shallow eyes of a man that has
lived in hell. But now all I notice is how late my nurse is. Im so tired, when will
she come and put me to sleep? When will she come?
http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ltg/projects/jtap/tutorials/intro/owen/