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The Somme ..

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Lest we forget...

The Battle of the Somme (French: Bataille de la Somme, German: Schlacht an der Somme), also known as the Somme Offensive, was fought by armies of the British, French and German empires and took place during the First World War between 1 July and 18 November 1916, on either side of the Somme river in France.


The battle was one of the largest of World War I, in which more than 1,000,000 British, German and French men were wounded or killed, making it one of humanity's bloodiest slaughters. A Franco-British commitment to an offensive on the Somme had been made during Allied strategic discussions at Chantilly, Oise in December 1915.

The Allies agreed a strategy of combined offensives against the Central Powers in 1916 by the French, Russian, British and Italian armies, with the Somme offensive as the Franco-British contribution. The main part of the offensive was to be made by the French Army, supported on the northern flank by the Fourth Army of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF). When the German Army began the Battle of Verdun on the Meuse in February 1916, many French divisions intended for the Somme were diverted and the supporting attack by the British became the principal effort.

The First day on the Somme was a serious defeat for the German Second Army, which was forced out of its first line of defence by the French Sixth Army, from Foucaucourt-en-Santerre south of the Somme to Maricourt on the north bank and by the British Fourth Army from Maricourt to the vicinity of the Albert–Bapaume road.

1 July 1916 was also the worst day in the history of British Army, which had c. 60,000 casualties, mainly on the front between the Albert–Bapaume road and Gommecourt, where the attack failed disastrously, few British troops reaching the German front line.

The British Army on the Somme was a mixture of the remains of the pre-war regular army, Territorial Force and the Kitchener Army which was composed of Pals battalions, recruited from the same places and occupations, whose losses had a profound social impact in Britain.

The battle is also notable for the importance of air power and the first use of the tank. At the end of the battle, British and French forces had penetrated 6 miles (9.7 km) into German-occupied territory, taking more ground than any offensive since the Battle of the Marne in 1914. The Anglo-French armies had failed to capture Péronne and were still 3 miles (4.8 km) from Bapaume, where the German armies maintained their positions over the winter, beginning retirements in February 1917 towards the Siegfriedstellung (Hindenburg Line).
Dulce et decorum est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on , blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tried, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”

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That was a bloody and awful war that led to the next one. Didn't realize the importance of the battle there. We tend to get the War history from Pershing forward.

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Interesting take;

The target audiences were students of ages 12 to 15. I am aware that as part of their literature exam, students of these ages need to study Dulce et Decorum Est, a poem by Wilfred Owen. From research, I found out that Rap/Hip-Hop are two favourite genres of students at this age. Furthermore, most of the students learn these lyrics by heart!
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”

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Furthermore, most of the students learn these lyrics by heart!
Is this news? Teens have been learning the lyrics to songs they like since there have been teenagers and songs.
Even now, 40 years away from being 15yo, an oldie but goodie can come on the radio and I know every word (and sing along if I'm the only one in the car). :mrgreen:

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O&W, then perhaps you can answer these questions...

"Blinded by the LIght,
Woke up like a WHAT?" Duece? WFT is that supposed to mean?

What is "the pompetus of love"?

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Deuce is a car. (As in little Deuce coupe)

Pompitus means nothing it's a made up word
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.

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I didn't even have to look those up.
Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said.

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dgs49 wrote:O&W, then perhaps you can answer these questions...

"Blinded by the LIght,
Woke up like a WHAT?" Duece? WFT is that supposed to mean?
Actually the song goes one of two ways:
cut loose like a duece (Springsteen version)
revved up like a duece (Manfred Mann's version)

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oldr_n_wsr wrote:
Furthermore, most of the students learn these lyrics by heart!
Is this news? Teens have been learning the lyrics to songs they like since there have been teenagers and songs.
:
I doubt whether they would have learned those lyrics, as they are the poem I posted above.
Dulce et decorum est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on , blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tried, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

A great way of engaging them in WWI discussion.
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”

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I have to say, the first world war turned out some superior poetry, and prose as well. Insightful and tinged with more than a bit of despair.

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