The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-FrontTiplady, Thomas
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The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-Front
Tiplady, Thomas
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, English
It is commonly supposed (and this idea is fostered by some war
correspondents), that when our men go over the top they are possessed
with a mad lust to kill Germans. The ultimate aim of a general planning
a battle is to kill Germans no doubt, for that is the only way to
achieve victory; and if the Germans do not want to be killed they know
what to do. Let them surrender or retire. The private agrees with the
general in the necessity for killing Germans, but that is not what he is
thinking of when he goes over the top; nor is it what we should be
thinking of in his place. He is thinking of the Germans killing him.
Life is sweet at nineteen or one-and-twenty. It pleads to be spared a
little longer. A lad does not want to die; and as he goes over the
parapet he is thinking less of taking German lives than of losing his
own. He knows that German heads will not fit English shoulders, and
that, however many enemy lives he may take, none of them will restore
his own if he loses it, as he is quite likely to do. He is going out to
be mutilated or to die. That is his standpoint whatever may be the
general’s or the war-correspondent’s. He goes for his country’s sake
and the right. It is his duty, and there is an end of it.
Most of the killing in modern war is done by the artillery and
machine-guns. Comparatively few men have seen the face of an enemy they
know themselves to have killed. A regiment goes out to be shot at,
rather than to shoot. Unless this simple fact be grasped, the mentality
of the soldier cannot be understood. The lust for killing Germans would
never take a man out of his dug-out; but the love of his country and the
resolve to do his duty will take him out and lead him over the top. It
is what he volunteered for, but it goes hard when the time comes for all
that.
The unburied men I saw had, but a short while ago, no idea of becoming
soldiers. They were the light of a home and the stay of a business.
With that they were content. But the challenge came; and they went out
to defend the right against the wrong--the true against the false. They
toiled up a new Calvary "with the cross that turns not back," and now
they lie buried in a strange land. They have lost all for themselves,
but they have gained all for us and for those who will come after us.
Yet although they saved others, themselves they could not save.
*XVIII*
*THE HOSPITAL TRAIN*
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