Great War Dust Jackets

This blogger has the Great War covered!

(Oh, come on, you wouldn’t have been able to resist the joke, either.)

He has a collection of 6,000 books. Of those, he says, about 2,000 are WWI titles. Don’t miss the link to his essay for AbeBooks, written as the UK Book Collector of the Year.

http://www.greatwardustjackets.co.uk/index.html

 

I found this link via our blogger friend George Simmers of Great War Fiction:

http://greatwarfiction.wordpress.com/

WW1 Commonwealth nurses uniform – part 4

A tribute to some women and men who served in armed conflicts

This is the last post of a serie of four on WW1 nurse’s uniform. This text gives you a comparison of other WW1 woman nursing personnel uniform who were wearing with the Australian and British forces. I do not pretend that this text is the definitive source of information but rather some observations made after looking at many WW1 Canadian Nursing Sisters pictures. I was never able to find the official Dress Regulations for the WW1 Canadian Nursing Sisters so these posts are the starting point to something that could evolve as I get new information on the subject.

You can find the first post on WW1 Canadian Nursing Sister Service Dress by clicking here, the second post on the Ceremonial Dress by clicking here and third post on How the Nursing Sister were wearing their uniform by clicking here.

Australian nurse – Frances Mary Byron MacKellar

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Jacqueline Winspear’s blog

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Marjorie Stinson, the only female pilot granted a license by the Army & Navy Committee of Aeronautics; 1917-1919; U.S. National Archives photo

A post from the blog by Jacqueline Winspear, author of the “Maisie Dobbs” detective series. The new Maisie Dobbs, “Elegy for Eddie,” comes out later this month.

This is a post about female fliers of the First World War:

http://www.maisiedobbs.com/2012/01/those-magnificent-women-in-their-flying.html

Week 9: “Hill 60”

“Hill 60,” by Nigel Cave, is one of the Battleground Europe books. Hill 60 — named because it was 60 meters above sea-level — is in the Ypres Salient, not far from Zillebeke. It was the scene of especially ferocious fighting during Second Ypres, in April 1915, where the British set off some of their earliest mines, and the Germans used some of their earliest gas. The Hill ended up in the hands of the Germans, who stayed until June 7, 1917, when the British set off the mines they had dug under the Messines ridge, including Hill 60.

Cave quotes an officer’s account of the explosion, which took place at about 3 o’clock in the morning: “First there was a double shock that shook the earth here 5,000 yards away” — he was at Zillebeke — “like a gigantic earthquake. I was nearly flung off my feet. Then an immense wall of fire that seemed to go half-way up to heaven. The whole country was lit up with a red light like in a photographic dark-room. … it makes one almost drunk with exhilaration.”

The explosion of the mines was said to be so loud, it was heard in London. Cave says 10,000 Germans were killed in the Battle of Messines.

Here’s another account of the big blast:

http://www.ww1westernfront.gov.au/zwarte-leen/1st-australian-tunnelling-company.html

Here’s a description of the memorials in the area:

http://www.greatwar.co.uk/ypres-salient/memorial-hill60.htm

I predict we will all take a much greater interest in mining on the Western Front when “Birdsong” comes to PBS in April.

Battleground Europe books are not for readers focused on the whys and wherefores. But they are unmatched if what you want is the who, what, when, where and how — unity by unit, even hour by hour.

Lochnager mine crater

They eat horses, do they?

From our Facebook friends Small Town, Great War:

On 21st March 1918, the ‘Hucknall Dispatch’ reported the opening of a shop selling horse meat in Hucknall. According to Clem Biddlestone, a school boy at the time, the consumption of horse meat was connected to the arrival of a Belgian refugee family in the town:

“The first time time I heard of horse meat was when a family, Belgian refugees, came to live in Betts Street. It wasn’t a nice thought but it became accepted. Horse meat was much lighter in colour than the deep red of beef,” (letter to author, 25th February 2003).

Ghosts of 1914

Good stuff at this blog: http://ghostsof1914.blogspot.com/

Here’s what blogger Fiona says about herself:

I have been interested in the arts and letters of the Great War since high school, and began serious academic work on British war literature (specifically, women’s fiction about shell shock) during my undergraduate days at U.C. Berkeley. Now, I am a Yale University graduate student completing a Ph.D. dissertation on British life and history writing of the Great War era. My blog was born out of a love of the material, textual, and cultural artifacts that I have encountered in my work on the relationship between individual and national narratives of a modern crisis. “Ghosts of 1914” is meant to be a cabinet of curiosities and wonders–some possessed of strange beauty, others marked by poignant tragedy. As curator of this little virtual museum, I hope to share with you some of my passion for the history of the Great War and what it can teach us, who live in an era of conflict ourselves, about the experience and costs of combat. It is my hope that studying war will teach us to love and seek peace.

World War One Photo: Mont St. Kemmel

Look how deep the mud is — at least they could get their faces clean, however briefly. Who among us has ever been that dirty, even for a full day?

Thanks for this, Brushed With Mystery!

Brushed With Mystery

In a shell hole…

A brief respite;  return to mother earth.  Men that have seen too much bloodshed take a moment to shave.

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