Authors: Richard Holmes
routine line-holding 275
scale and duration of trench warfare 246
toll on British generals 212â13
and US entry into the war 65
veterans xxiii
victims of indirect fire 213
Westerners school of strategic policy xix
Westhoek Ridge (Ypres) 261
Westmann, Stephen 103, 406
Westminster Abbey, London: Tomb of the Unknown Warrior 630
Whatley, Driver J. 80â81
Whatley, Pte Richard 80, 81
When Cannon are Roaring
(English Civil War song) 245
Whitehead, Lt Col. North 141â2
Whitmore, Capt. 326
Whittington Barracks, Lichfield 89
whiz-bangs 411, 497â8
Whizz-Bang, The
608
Wigram, Col. Clive 44
Wilkie, Lt 361â2
Will, 2nd LtJ. G. 301
Williams, Pte Erskine 266, 300
Williams, Pte William 383
Williamson, Henry 15, 23, 256, 296, 300, 346, 497, 553
Love and the Loveless
346
Wills, Lieutenant 3â4
Wilson, Field Marshal Sir Henry 26, 67, 123, 215
Wilson, Trevor xxii, 42, 441
Wimberley, Maj. Gen. Douglas 560
Wimereux (Boulogne) 480
Winchester Farm 63
Windmill Hill (Zonnebeke) 383
Windy Docks 450
Wing, Maj. Gen. Frederick 212
Wingate, Capt. Sandy 214
Winnington-Ingram, A. F., bishop of London 506, 511, 513
Winter, Denis 180
Winter, J. M. 149, 626
Winterbotham, 2nd Lt Cyril (âC. W. W.'):
The Wooden Cross
606
Wipers Times, The
22, 320, 606, 607
wireless 226â7, 371, 452
Wolf, Leon:
In Flanders Fields
xxi
Wood, Corporal W. B. 348
Woodroffe, Lt Neville 361
Woodruff, Dan 99
Woodruff, William 98â9
Woodville, Richard Caton 438
Woolwich, London 117, 120, 142, 157
Wootton, Pte Herbert 114â15
Workman, Lt 351
Worrell, Pte Ted 437
Wray, Capt. John 153
Wright, Capt. Theodore 451
Wulverghem 317
Wurttemburg 543
Wyn Griffith, Capt. Llewelyn 151â2, 217â18, 370, 544
Wytschaete 465, 494
Yates, Capt. 598
Yeomanry 121, 123, 126â8, 206, 208,
YMCA (Young Men's Christian Association) 341, 343, 600
York Cemetery 72
Yorktown, battle of (1781) 397
Young, Brigham 497
Ypres (Belgium) 15, 21, 22, 33, 54, 194, 310, 349, 426, 470, 494, 574
Ypres, first battle of (1914) 9, 15, 33, 279, 36l, 366, 401, 438, 471, 499, 540â41, 615, 629
Ypres, second battle of (1915) 35, 36, 172, 198, 200, 214, 216, 418, 419, 497, 596
Ypres, third battle of (1917 âPasschendaele') xxi, 54â64, 76, 89, 152, 164â5, l78, 18l, l89, 208, 210, 213, 267, 274, 292, 327, 393, 409, 412â13, 416, 417, 433, 479, 526â7 533, 573, 577
appalling weather 56â7, 59
British plan 54
capture of Messines Ridge 55
French army 30
gas, use of 424
German dugouts 260â61
GHQ/army headquarters tensions 56
Jacob's successful attack 233
and Kiggell 190
level of British morale 60â61
maps 454
medical services 478, 481
prisoners 541, 551â2
and Rawlinson 188â9
Ypres salient 15, 16, 54, 81, 216, 240, 271, 321, 383, 384, 457, 463, 481, 494, 522, 528
Yser River 271
Zeebrugge 49, 208
Zeppelin bombing 372, 384
Zillebeke 573
Zonnebeke, battle of (1917) 81, 82
Ideas, interviews & featuresâ¦
R
ICHARD
H
OLMES
was one of Britain's most distinguished and eminent military historians and broadcasters. For many years Professor of Military and Security Studies at Cranfield University and the Royal Military College of Science, he was the author of many books including the best-selling and widely acclaimed
Redcoat: The British Soldier in the Age of Horse and Musket; Sahib: The British Soldier In India 1750-1914; Marlborough: England's Fragile Genius; Wellington: The Iron Duke
and most recently,
Soldiers: Army Lives and Loyalties from Redcoats to Dusty Warriors.
His other books include
The Western Front
and
Dusty Warriors
. He was general editor of the
Oxford Companion to Military History
and taught military history at Sandhurst for many years. As well as his work as an academic and writer, Richard Holmes joined the Territorial Army in 1964, and served for over 35 years, retiring as a brigadier and Britain's most senior reservist. He was also Colonel of the Princess of Wales's Royal Regiment from 1999 until 2007. Famous for his BBC series such as
War Walks, In the Footsteps of Churchill
and
Wellington
, Richard Holmes died suddenly in April 2011 from pneumonia. He had been suffering from non-Hodgkins' Lymphoma.
A.
I've been a military historian almost all my working life, interweaving an academic career with thirty-six years in the Territorial Army, and veering into full-time soldiering for three years in the 1980s. Military history is so vast a subject that I am always drawn back to look at aspects that seem to me to be worth re-examination. As time has gone on I have become less interested in what we might call âarrows on maps' operational military history, and more and more concerned with what armies are rather than what they do.
Tommy
is the second volume in a trilogy concerned with the social history of the British army at three different times in its life.
Redcoat
was the first, and I am currently working on
Sahib,
a book about the British soldier in India, which will be the third.
I am already casting my mind forward to think what I will do when
Sahib
is safely delivered. I might look at three separate battles, spread widely across British military history, perhaps starting with the Somme, or I might revert to my first love, the Franco-Prussian war of 1870â71, and write something on the battles of August 1870, which unrolled on those haunted acres âbetween the spires of Metz and the bare uplands of Gravelotte'. But whatever my choice, it will, I think, be influenced by two things. Firstly, I do not think that one can write about battles without walking the ground that they were fought on: I am more and more struck by the importance of âmicroterrain'. Secondly, we ought to listen to what soldiers tell us. One of the real delights of working on the present trilogy has been going back to first-hand contemporary accounts. They are one of the things that always keeps the subject fresh for me. War, with its dark shadow and occasional flashes of bright sunlight, is indeed mankind's most passionate drama, and many of the dramatis personae have left accounts that deserve reading. I could spend a lifetime in the Department of Documents at the Imperial War Museum or the Liddle Collection in Leeds and never get bored.
A.
There are strong patterns of change and continuity in the British army. Any army is a reflection of the society that produces it, and the British army has evolved as society has changed. But it has not moved in quite the same way or at quite the same pace, for it emphasizes qualities and virtues which are often seen as old-fashioned and traditional, and not always in accordance with the prevailing mood in the civilian community. Getting the balance right between tradition and modernization has been no easy task for the army's leaders and if, at many times in its history, they have erred on the side of conservatism and caution, it is in part because of concern about sacrificing proven qualities for untested theories. As it happens I think they have often been too cautious, and at least one of the reasons for the British army's painful ascent of the (ghastly phrase) âlearning curve' of 1914â18 was the difficulty its senior commanders had with managing change. Both the Canadian and ANZAC Corps were widely regarded as among the best troops fighting under British command on the Western Front in 1914â18. Both, by the war's end, were commanded by âamateur' soldiers who had not been pre-war regulars. Yet not a single British'amateur' soldier commanded even a division, one level down the chain of command from corps. Can it be that Canada and Australia, with their far smaller populations, were unique in producing non-regular officers capable of commanding at high level? Or was it that the British army, much as I love it, persisted in producing generals in its own image?
The British soldier himself has obviously evolved since the formation of the regular army in the 1660s. He has become, over the years, less rural and more urban, and the Scots and Irish proportion of the army, which once far exceeded the proprtion of the Scots and Irish population in the United Kingdom, has steadily shrunk. He has often embarked upon military service because civilian jobs were hard to find. Although this is something of an oversimplification, for there were both gentlemen-rankers and commissioned ex-NCOs throughout the period, it is not unfair to see the regular army, for the first three centuries of its existence, as an army of poor men officered by rather more well-to-do ones. Soldiers have become more questioning and less inherently deferential, decreasingly amenable to codes of behaviour determined purely by discipline; and, as civilian life has generally become more comfortable and less hazardous, so the inevitable discomforts and randomness that chracterize military operations present, at least on the face of things, a greater challenge than they did in the past.
A.
We must be very very careful in trying to assess whether today's soldiers could emulate their predecessors. It has often been suggested that today's young are too materialistic, unfit and inherently ill-disciplined to make good soldiers. I do not believe it for a minute. I have just returned from Iraq, where I stayed with 1st Battalion, The Princess of Wales's Royal Regiment (âThe Tigers'.) The battalion is recruited primarily from south-east England, and most of its soldiers come from sprawling cities like Portsmouth, Southampton and the Medway towns. Their average age is around twenty. Over the past five months they have been engaged in a good deal of high-intensity war fighting. At the time of my visit they had fired some 73,000 rounds of small-arms ammunition in about 900 separate contacts with the insurgents, many of them in the searing heat of an Iraqui summer. Their positions had been regularly mortared and rocketed, and over forty soldiers had been killed or wounded. The excellence of their Warrior armoured vehicles and their helmets and body armour, coupled with prompt and effective medical treatment, meant that the proportion of dead to wounded was mercifully low; but for most of their tour these men had both risked death and had to kill their opponents, often at very close range. I was, by degrees, scared, proud and humble. The men of 1 PWRR were brave, comradely, good-humoured and restrained. There were few of the traditional distinctions between officers and soldiers: many of the former came from similar backgrounds to the men they commanded, and what set them apart was their education, training and leadership qualities. The battalion was welded together by an intensity of experience which I had often written about but never before seen at first hand.
Among the ingredients of their success I would put training, notably a month spent on the Canadian prairie living out of their Warriors, and mutual regard: lots of soldiers wanted to tell me how good the boss was and officers constantly spoke about the sheer bravery of their boys. What military sociologists would call primary groups like infantry sections were extraordinarily powerful, but there was also much pride in belonging to good companies and good platoons. Lastly, although the regiment has existed in its present form for twelve years (it is an amalgamation of the Queen's and Royal Hampshire Regiments), there was a very strong
esprit de corps.
One private, summming up the impact that it has all had on him, concluded that he now knew who he was: âI am a member of the best armoured infantry battalion in the world. I am a Tiger.'
What I cannot tell you is how well all this would survive the impact of a long war with far more serious casualties and, dare I say, a growing realization that the conflict is not popular at home. And, at the risk of restating a truism, there is widespread agreement that the indirect fire of guns and mortars, which makes one feel helpless, is more unsettling than the direct fire of small arms or rocket-propelled grenades. The First World War became a gunner's war, and that imposed very severe strains on the men who fought in it. I suspect that today's army may not have the long-term resilience of its ancestors, partly because the impact of those social changes I talked about earlier is probably impossible to resist. But, at least for the medium term, I have to say that young Tom is a formidable soldier. âº
A.
The essential difference between the British army and its French allies and German opponents is that the French and German armies were conscript. From long before the war they were a social melting-pot, taking fit young men from all social classes, and providing not simply military training but, so many politicians argued, a firm foundation for future social and political responsibility. Young conscripts today: responsible fathers of families tomorrow. In contrast, the British regular army tended to fill its ranks with men who had enlisted as a last resort. The Territorial Force did a good deal to make soldiering more socially respectable, and some of its smarter battalions â the London Rifle Brigade and the Artists' Rifles are two cases in point â had a high proportion of middle-class men serving in the ranks.
British soldiers no more relished being called Tommies than French soldiers liked being called
poilus
or Germans enjoyed being addressed as Fritz: French soldiers preferred the collective
les bonhommes
and the Germans
landser.
But Tommy was indeed different. While his French counterpart was much influenced by the concept of the citizen-soldier, and was, in the last analysis, fighting for his homeland, Tommy fought for less well defined abstracts. There was a deep-seated belief that the Germans were wrong and must be beaten, but (barring occasional grim exceptions) relatively little personal hostility to German soldiers. Tommy was less influenced by notions of social class than Marxist historians might wish he had been. One of the reasons why the British army did not suffer large-scale mutiny was that its soldiers generally submerged their civilian views beneath their military identity: winning the war came before wreaking havoc on the boss class. Although the regimental system effectively collapsed under the impact of the war, it remained important in providing officers and men with a low-level framework from which they often drew much comfort. This was important because British soldiers, most of whom were serving only for the duration of the war, were rarely influenced by broader concepts like the âsoldierly honour' which was an important feature of the German army. Yet the pre-war British army's heavily class-based structure did have some baneful effects. It never got quite the value from its often admirable NCOs that the German army got from its
unteroffiziere mitportepee.
British NCOs, brought up to expect officers to make key decisions, too often failed to rise to the occasion when their officers were killed or wounded. Yet, perhaps surprisingly, the British army was far more prepared than the German to commission soldiers who did not come from traditional officer-producing backgrounds.
When considering the British soldier in the war I often use expressions like âenduring' and âdurable'. He was generally less liable than his French counterpart to bursts of large-scale elation or depression, more likely to turn sullen than to panic. He avoided the depths of despair, though Third Ypres tried him sorely. He usually retained a remarkable sense of humour, dark or cynical though it was. Bruce Bairnsfather's cartoons could only have appeared in the British army. It is said that the Germans produced a know-your-enemy booklet which included the Bairnsfather cartoon of two soldiers in a ruined house. The âyoung and talkative one' observes a large hole in the wall, asking: âWhat made that 'ole?' The âold and fed-up one' replies drily: âMice.' The pamphlet added guidance for its readers: âIt was not mice. It was a shell.' The war on the Western Front eventually became a sheer battle of endurance, won as much by the staying-power of its combatants as by any other single factor. It was here that the British army's long-term âbottom' really showed. Despite the terrible damage done by the German spring offensives of 1918, this army of 18-year-old privates and 25-year-old battalion commanders rallied to play its distinguished part in the war's last Hundred Days.
A.
It is generally true to say that the First World War attracts disproportionate interest in Britain. That is partly because, for Britain at least, it saw far more men serving than any other conflict before or since, and saw more of them killed or wounded. The first day of the Battle of the Somme is still the bloodiest in British history, and 1914-18 was the only time in history when the British army confronted the main power of a major continental adversary in a war's main theatre for the whole of the conflict's duration. There is also a feeling that, as far as British society is concerned, the First World War is a pair of iron gates separating the present from the past. In strictly objective terms, this is not wholly accurate: for instance, it was not simply a case of the war bringing about the decline of the landed aristocracy or giving birth to the labour movement. Yet I always find something unutterably poignant about the Somme, which did not just do awful quantitative damage (with around 420,000 British casualties) but also inflicted a terrible qualitative loss on a whole generation. The burgeoning fascination with family history has, in its way, increased interest in the war. My postbag bulges with letters from people anxious to know what grandfathers and great-uncles did in the Great War; what they meant in their letters by a Blighty One, and how a leave-roster actually worked.