#the first world war

[theworldofwars]

Portrait of Sgt. Arnold Loosemore VC DSM, who was awarded the Victoria Cross in August 1917. "During the attack on a strongly held enemy position held up by heavy machine-gun fire, Private Loosemore crawled through partially cut wire, dragging his Lewis machine-gun with him and single-handed dealt with a strong party of the enemy... Immediately afterwards, his Lewis gun was destroyed, and three of the enemy rushed at him, but he shot them with his revolver. Later he shot several enemy snipers, and on returning to the original post he brought back a wounded comrade under heavy fire." He died of war-related illness in 1924, at the age of 27.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Indian artillery and red-cross automobile in Bailleul during the First World War, French Flanders region of northern France

French vintage postcard

[cannedbluesblog]

James McCudden WW1 British Flying Ace VC. The girl on the motorbike with him is his sister. He died in Auxi-le-Château, France, 1918 aged 23.

[spoopi-natural]

HI HELLO

These are my ww1 characters for a lil project of mine i call "Panopticon" i hope you like them :D (or you could metaphorically throw tomatoes at me that's also an option)

I've also made an entire wiki for them, which you can read here (it's a bit slow to load give it a bit lol)

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔶 𝔅𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢, յգյԴ

[my-pjo-stuff]

i saw ur post abt WW1 poetry again and remembered one poem. i don't remember the title or most of it but it ended smth like "19— the _ of May" and that was the war vets response when asked how old he was pls help if u remember this one

I do very well actually, it's one of my all-time favorites! The name of the poem is The Veteran by Margaret Postage Cole. It goes like this :

We came by him sitting in the sun--- Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence Wandered young soldiers from the Hand and Flower Asking advice of his experience. And he said this and that, and told them tales; And all the nightmares of each empty head Blew into air. Then hearing us beside-- "Poor kids, how do they know what's it like" he said. And we stood there, and watched him as he sat Turning his sockets where they went away Until it came to one of us to ask "And you're---how old?" "Nineteen the third of May"

If I am allowed to get a bit off topic for the normal themes of this blog and geek out about this- I genuinely think this is amongst the poems capturing this war the best (next to Lament by F.S. Flint , A Dead Statesman by Rudyard Kipling, The Target by Ivor Gurney and In The Trenches by Isaac Rosenberg in my honest opinion.) You can feel the rug being pulled out from under your feet at that last line, realizing just how young that soldier was- not even 19 yet. Close to it, yes. But still not even over the age he joined into the war. The minimum age to join the army was 18. So for him to be close to that makes me imagine that he couldn't have been deployed in it too long. Yet that short amount of time was enough to already destroy him- to take his eyes. And for what? For him to now send of a new batch of young soldiers to the battlefield he went to? The same battlefield that ruined his life already before it could even begin? Honestly the fact that a lot of these WW1 poems, all written about a war that was utterly senseless and nothing but useless and brutal slaughter of inoccents, fit so well for PJO characters tells us a lot about the gods. Either way, if you're interested in these poems you should definitely check some of the ones I mentioned above out! And feel more than free to hit me up to discuss them ^^

[machazer]

Wrocław knows the Red Baron.

The tourist brand.

[dolline]

I have just found out that Wilfred Owen was killed 1 week before ww1 ended and I will not recover

[arda-marred]

Regarding the fictional Sam Gamgee’s link to the First World War, Carpenter’s Biography quotes Tolkien as saying, “My ‘Sam Gamgee’ is indeed a reflexion of the English soldier, of the privates and batmen I knew in the 1914 war, and recognized as so far superior to myself.” A batman, in military parlance, was a soldier who (as well as being required to fight) was tasked with looking after an officer’s kit, cooking, and cleaning. Tolkien’s phrasing in the letter sent to Minchin is different, and very interesting too: “My ‘Samwise’ is indeed (as you note) largely a reflexion of the English soldier—grafted on the village-boys of early days, the memory of the privates and my batmen that I knew in the 1914 War, and recognized as so far superior to myself.” It gives the extra dimension that in portraying Sam, Tolkien had also drawn on memories of lads from the rural outskirts of Birmingham, where he had lived between the ages of three and eight. This dovetails well with his statement elsewhere that the society of the Shire is “more or less a Warwickshire village of about the period of the Diamond Jubilee” (Letters p. 230)—that is, a village like Sarehole in 1897, Queen Victoria’s 60th year on the throne and Tolkien’s fifth on earth. Amid all Tolkien’s astonishing inventiveness, and alongside the vast knowledge of matters mythological and medieval that he poured into his legendarium, this is a point too easily overlooked: contemporary life, especially the life he knew in his formative years, was a powerful well-spring of creativity in The Lord of the Rings. Tolkien’s comment to Minchin also provides support for a point I have made in various talks on how the Great War shaped The Lord of the Rings. By silently linking his hobbits with the boys of 1901, who had grown into the young men of 1914, Tolkien was able to draw directly upon the war into which he and those men were then hurled. He had seen, and felt, how war could change those who went through it. Many of the dangers he describes in The Lord of the Rings may be fantastical, though many are not and others are only symbolically so. But the fear, the resourcefulness, the demoralisation, the courage, the sorrow, the innocent laughter in the face of dreadful odds: all these things he had known, and he infused his fiction with them. This, and memories of those rural roots, bring the hobbits vividly to life.

[empirearchives]

“The autocratic rulers of Russia, Prussia and Austria wanted to crush the revolutionary ideas for which Napoleon stood, including meritocracy, equality before the law, anti-feudalism and religious toleration. Essentially, they wanted to turn the clock back to a time when Europe was safe for aristocracy. At this they succeeded—until the outbreak of the Great War a century later.”

Andrew Roberts, Smithsonian magazine, June 2015

Theory that World War I is the continuation and completion of the Napoleonic wars. In this essay I will…

[droppingthegloves]

if the great war has a million fans, i am one of them🙋‼️. if the great war has ten fans, i am one of them. if the great war has only one☝️fan, it is me🙋. if the great war has no fans, that means i am no longer alive😰🪦💔🕊️. if the world is against the great war, i am against the world❌🌍💥 . i'll support the great war until my last breath😻😵💪.

[theworldofwars]

Battle of Poelcappelle. Walking wounded coming down and reinforcements going up a duckboard trench near Langemarck (Langemark-Poelkapelle), 11 October 1917.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Anti-zeppelin gun used by Brabant-le-Roi during the First World War, Champagne region of eastern France

French vintage postcard

[sanguinarysanguinity]

Sir Michael Howard CBE: The gallantry of inexperience made their [the U.S.] losses heavy -- over 10,000 killed or wounded -- but they learned fast; and the very presence of these tall, cheerful, well-fed boys from the Middle West with their boundless optimism convinced their weary allies that the war could not now be lost.

@grrlpup: Aw, we were the golden retriever emotional support animals of World War I!

[shelbycarpenter]

[keferon]

Biblically accurate Blurr~

Blurr's Spotlight was actually the very first Transformers comic I ever read. I remember looking at the first pages and being like, holy shit, dude why are you so ugly?? Ahahjcmgmg