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Wilfred Owen enlisted on 21st October 1915. He was commissioned into the Manchester Regiment as a 2nd Lieutenent on 4th June 1916 and arrived in France at the end of that year. He was posted to Serre on 12.1.17. The place had a fearsome reputation following the deaths of so many men from the pals battalions on the 1st July 1916 and he would have wondered what danger he would face. The unit arrived at 10pm after a gruelling march to the front and relieved the HLI from their dugouts. In the dark, Owen took charge and posted sentries in the water filled dugouts that had previously been held by the Germans. It was Owen’s first action and the Royal Scots diary records that the Germans were ‘firing blind’. The shelling that took place was terrifiying because the entrances to the German dugouts were naturally facing German fire. It was a horrendous situation where the strongest of men shook with terror standing knee deep in filthy mud and water. He told his sentries to shelter halfway down the steps of the dugout when shelling was heavy and, as a result, none of them were killed. However, when a shell landed near the entrance where a sentry stood on duty, the man was thrown off his feet and fell down the stairs. Owen ran to him thinking he must be dead but, regaining consciousness, he cried out that he could not see. This incident inspired his poem ‘The Sentry’. The following lines explain the incident clearly:
There we herded from the blast
Of whizz-bangs, but one found our door at last.
Buffeting eyes and breath, snuffing the candles.
And thud! flump! thud! down the steep steps came thumping
And splashing in the flood, deluging muck –
The sentry’s body; then his rifle, handles
Of old Boche bombs, and mud in ruck on ruck.
We dredged him up, for killed, until he whined
“O sir, my eyes — I’m blind — I’m blind, I’m blind!”
His company held the dugouts until just before midnight on 15th January when they were relieved by the Highland Light Infantry. This was certainly a ‘baptism by fire’ for a young,inexperienced officer.
By 23rd January Owen was at Beaumont Hamel and marched up Wagon Road with his men. Where the road flattened out on the Eastern spur of Redan Ridge, he and his men had to crawl in the snow to avoid German marksmen.
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The Redan Ridge today looking towards Serre from near Beaumont Hamel. White crosses mark the line of British cemeteries rising up onto the ridge, indicating clearly the front line from The Somme attack on 1 July 1916.
Surrounded by frozen corpes, they remained there without shelter for two days and nights facing enemy guns and shells before returning to their dugouts. They lay in the snow with an icy wind blowing and could not drink their water for it was frozen. He wrote to his mother, ‘The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended in hospital. I had no real casualties from shelling, though for 10 minutes every hour whizz-bangs fell a few yards short of us. ………….. I was kept warm by the ardour of Life within me. The intensity of your Love reached me and kept me living.’ Over a year later, Owen struggled to explain the endurance of the troops in such conditions in his poem Exposure.
We see Serre and the Redan Ridge on our tours to the Somme. Fot details of these tours, go to: www.guidedbattlefieldtours.co.uk We are introducing a World War 1 poetry tour in 2013.
To read the two poems, click on the links below:
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Wilfred_Owen/wilfred_owen_the_sentry.htm
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Wilfred_Owen/wilfred_owen_exposure.htm