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by jackilenafilm
Lone pine tree at night.
Hokkaido, Japan.
A beautiful winter day in the Eastern Sierra.
Our battalion has just been actively engaged in a fairy heavy operation and, although it cost us some valuable men, yet we did splendidly. The men did wonders against great difficulties and I am sorry that I am not able to give you a full description of the operation, but if you could have walked through the captured trenches on the day after the business you would have gained an idea of what capturing a trench really means.
I will try and describe what a captured trench looks like. When I was in it everybody was alert awaiting a counter attack. The trench was very narrow and, of course, as it was made by the enemy it was made for men to shoot in the direction of our trenches. A working party was busily engaged in digging a ledge for our men to stand on and shoot in the direction of the enemy. The trench smelt just like a slaughterhouse in the cleanest parts of the trench, and in others it is impossible to describe the smell, in other parts of the trench dead bodies were stacked in heaps in places where there was available room and in other parts where there was no room they were left in the floor of the trench and covered with a thin layer of earth and made a soft spongy floor to walk on.
Of course as many as we could get rid of were thrown up to help make bullet proof parapets and also to make a barrier to block up communicating trenches leading from Turkish reserve trenches. As some of these bodies had been dead for some days when I went through, and were horribly swollen, remembering that the weather is so hot that one wears as little clothing as possible, is it necessary to try and describe the stench that the men were eating, fighting, and sleeping in. In the trench I counted 7965382165073982 flies who walked first on the perspiring live men and then, so as to cool their feet, they walked on the dead ones. Turkish equipment, rifles, bayonets, ammunition, etc, was strewn on all sides.
Of course as soon as the captured trench was strengthened and made strong enough to hold permanently, the business of carting out the dead bodies was commenced and so bad was the smell that it was necessary for the men to wear respirators, otherwise they could not have carried out the job. And also remember that the men are not in a position to get a hot bath or even a decent wash after such a smelly job.
This is just a brief account of a small affair which happens quite frequently, but I am writing it to give you a rough idea of what modern war is like and to help you understand why progress must of necessity be slow but remember if it is slow it is just as certainly sure.
If you wish to publish any extract from this letter be very careful but I think it is alright, as I have nothing which can possibly be of any use to our friend the enemy, but I think it would do good for people to get just a slight idea of exactly what the bald statement 'we captured a trench' means.
A letter from Captain Ivor Margetts, 12th Battalion, AIF, to his parents, 9/8/1915.
WHAT I THINK HAPPENED TO LONE PINE MARTY, THE ESSAY ⬇️⬇️⬇️
i want to preface by saying this is more of a concept than a theory, as while technically plausible, i don’t believe for a second it was what the writers intended for reasons i will discuss below. that being said, in my mind i do like to believe this is what happened for the sake of continuity… and angst…. forewarning, its very farfetched. please bare with me. also let me know what you think, or if i overlooked anything super important!! alright lets go.
(by Zongnan Bao)
Stone arch shaped by time, echoing a sense of wonder
Location: Alabama Hills, Mobius Arch