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27 September 2015

92 - Stammheim [Auchy], 9 October 1915 (Letter from friend Musketier Otto Mertens)






Stammheim [Company HQ], 9 October 1915

Dear family Limbach,

I would like to write you some details about that pointless day the week before last.
A terrible loss has affected your dear family, as it has me and all of his comrades. In Fritz we lost one of the best and our friend.
The only solace is that he did not die in pain, just like Karl Steigleder in his time.  A headshot brought his young life to an untimely end.
It is extremely difficult for me to write to you. I know how close your relationship was to Fritz.
We were always together, and only by coincidence were we seperated from each other in his hour.
We could not help our friends at the Prellbock anymore, as, after the gas cloud had drifted over, disaster had already struck.
Our heroism knew no bounds in the fight against the English, filling the places of our friends.
Please excuse me that I cannot write more extensively, I just can’t.
Please believe me when I say that I fully understand your pain, as I have lost the dearest friend.

I send to you my most heartfelt condolences, and remain
your‘s sincerely

(was signed)  Otto Mertens



The original letter:

6 September 2015

78 - Prellbock, 6 September 1915





Prellbock, 6 September 1915
[Monday]

Dear family,
I received mother’s letters of the 28th and 1st, and upto now parcels nr 297, 298, 299, 300, 301, 302, 303, 304, 305. Many thanks for everything.
Yesterday I mailed you filmroll nr 4 with the following exposures:
No. 1 failed, No. 2 Heinrich Mais, No.3 nothing, No. 4 me, No. 5 someone else, No. 6 N.N., No. 7 nothing, No. 8 N.N., No. 9 group with French machinegun, No. 10 the enlisted gentlemen of the Prellbock, No. 11 The gentlemen Feldwebel Lieth from Elberfeld and Offizierstellvertreter Scheffel from Barmen, who goes on holiday on the 8th and would like to pick up the photographs at yours,
No. 12 H.Pass etc with the Scherenfernrohr at the Stammheim [Company-headquarters] [*1]
No. 1-9 were taken in the Stennes trenches near the Prellbock, No. 10-11 at the Prellbock itself, and No. 12 in the Stammheim. 3 failed unfortunately, I wasn’t quite awake yet when I took those. Number of prints as per usual. Maybe this time, by exception, 2  of No. 9 for every person on it, same for No. 10 and 3 for the Feldwebel, No. 11 and 5 also 3 prints.
I didn’t mention No. 11, those are both the Feldwebels of the Prellbock.
And now to mother’s letter of 28th August. I am happy mother read Sanghofer’s book [*2]. I’ve read it too, here in the library.
Please have mother send Mr. Ganghofer my regards, and that I thank him for the compliment he made us, but for the future I do hope he has the goodness to be so kind as to go and write novels again, it suits him better.
You can better read the similar book by Sven Hedin[*3]. I can’t really stomach the twaddle by that other young man.
I’m glad to hear the song I wrote you about is not known in Barmen. It seems to be sung more in Cologne and surroundings. [See letter nr 74].
It greatly, really greatly, surprised me you guessed that those tins are in fact handgrenades, also because it says on the rim: “Before use – not “don’t shake”- but “Insert detonator””, which in reality is already in there.
And you know everything about the use of mirrors too! One thing you don’t know is that we don’t use large mirrors but small ones. We dó have large mirrors in wooden boxes, but they’re shot to pieces too often, as you can see on Photograph nr 30, in the right hand corner.  [*5]
It’s a sport for me these days to shoot at Tommy’s mirrors/perioscopes, and I’ve hit a whole lot of them already, including one Scherenfernrohr. [*4]
The fight I described you was only an exercise [see letter nr 74], and our Leutnant did not get the Iron 1st for thát, it was awarded to him at that time for proven bravery before.  As I already wrote you he really díd deserve it, through his patrols etc. He is not one of those officers who hides in his bomb-free dugout, and pulls the blankets over his head, when the going gets a little tough.
Unfortunately officers like that dó exist. Take e.g. a Leutnant of the M.G.K. (Machine Gewehr Kompanie = the machinegunners). If he shows up at the Prellbock, and he irritates the Machinegun guys in one way or the other, then one of them – without him seeing it of course – throws a handgrenade over the parapet, and one minute later Herr Leutnant is gone again, thinking Tommy is firing grenades.  
Now to mother’s list of questions from the 1st of this month.
First of all those mysterious things from the earlier letters, which you cannot place, but then nobody can. Well, I can just as well write you what it is. In about 6-7 weeks I’m eligible for holidays. Every week 10 men of the Kompanie go away for 10 days. I really wanted to surprise you by waltzing in one fine morning.
But because, as they tell us here, vast amounts of troops are sent here from the East, I don’t think anything will come from it, and we’ll be on our way to London by then. I’d expected Mrs Mais to have spoken to mother about that already.
But to the photographs now:  [see letters 73 and 74 for the photographs]
No. 1 and 2 are both from my group, No. 1 from Barmen, No. 2 from Schwelm.
By the way: during the day we have to stand guard for 2 hours, and at night 2 x 2 hours. Sitting is actually forbidden.
Otto Mertens is not grim at all, but very funny most of the time, just like I am not at all so trauerklötig [depressed, gloomy] as I appear on photographs.  No. 7 is indeed in the Uhrgraben (still written with an h).
I don´t have a print anymore of No. 8 so I unfortunately can´t answer mother´s question.
No. 12 is not a lock, but the harbour of Auchy . Then I’d like to know why the person on No. 13 would be Herr Pätzold. The young man is still called Herr Gumpertz, the very poetic editor of our Schützenzeitung. Furthermore, as travelling salesman in cigars and cigarettes, and as K.I. [Korpsintendant?], a chatterbox/bletherer first class.
And of course everyone, of whom the photograph turned out okay, is véry happy. Surely that goes without saying. Mother shouldn’t worry about that. By the way, as “Kompaniephotograph” [Company’s photographer], I now get many invitations to come and have something to eat, baked potatoes or Reibekuchen [Potatoe-pancakes], which of course I always accept. Or somebody comes by “Shall I get you water today?”, which I then decline.
Really a shame some heads are missing on some photographs. My legs turned out well though on No. 21.
No. 24: those six guys are not ín the Stollen [tunnel], that’s the group that works in Stollen 1. How do you imagine Stollen look like? As far as I know Stollen are still beneath the earth, and it’s much too dark there to take photographs.
And why do you think it’s cooks on No. 25? Those are Mineurs [Miners]. Our fieldkitchen is in Auchy, and someone goes and gets the food every afternoon in large kettles. Maybe mother thought they were cooks because of that fine hat on the right, made out of a sandbag?
No. 26, the straps are from a Brotbeutel [Breadbag]. On the post on the left hangs an alarm horn. This young man is called Herrn Stoffel, his father is a Bandwirkermeister [weaver] in Ferkesdorf [probaly a nickname for an industrial town/area near Barmen].
No. 27 is very old already, he is 22, and also from Barmen.
The 4 guys on No. 29 did not capture that French machinegun themselves. I don’t know where it comes from. In any case it’s not there on the Prellbock as a piece of art, but to shoot at Tommy.
By the way: those French machineguns are really not that good. Our German, and also English, machineguns are much much better.
The cap on No. 33 came from a shop in Auchy. Or did you not think we stripped Auchy of everything to furnish our dugouts?  Nowadays there’s hardly anything left there, you have to go to La Bassée now if you want to find anything of use.
I’m delighted to hear you have me, 100x enlarged from photograph no. 35, hanging above the writingdesk. But it’s still a little too small for my liking. The same size as the photograph of Aunt Vollmer, which hung above the heater upstairs, would have been much nicer and more suitable, don’t you think? But well, the photograph can rejoice about me not coming for a holiday.
Don’t have any special wishes at the moment. Oh wait, there is one: please send me some gun-oil again, and some sheets of sand cloth. And I’d like to remind you of my special wish in my previous letter!
I hope you’re contented with this letter, you see: it all goes fine if only I have questions to answer.
With many warm greetings also to everyone who asks after me.
Your Fritz.



[*1] Scherenfernrohr: a stereoscopic trench periscope, seen here on the right.




Fritz most probably writes about this book “Reise zur deutschen Front 1915”, issued in 1915, a propagandistic book, romanticising the war, about his trip to the front in January/February 1915.
Text freely available here:


[*3] Sven Hedin, a Swedish explorer.


[*4] From the war-diary of 2nd Worcestershire Regiment (who were at Givenchy at the time, on the other side of the canal from Fritz. So Fritz did not do this, but it illustrates that other regiments had taken up this sport too)

18th September 1915 (Givenchy)
“2nd Lieut. D.C.James was wounded (while looking into a periscope, the upper part being hit by a German sniper broke the glass which fell through the periscope and wounded this officer in the right eye”


[*5]  Photographs of the third roll of film, nrs 25-36
Of these I have  nrs 26 and 29. 25, 27, 30, and 31 I plucked from the Internet.
32, 33, and 34 are in the collection of drakegoodman on Flickr (https://www.flickr.com/photos/drakegoodman/ )
Nr 28, 35 and 36 remain missing for the time being.

Nr 25


Nr 26


Nr 27

Nr 29

Nr 30

Nr 31

Nr 32

Nr 33

Nr 34

2 September 2015

77 - Prellbock, 2 September 1915





Prellbock, 2 September 1915
[Thursday]

Dear family,
Yesterday I received mother’s short letter of the 27th with the shavinggear. Many thanks for that. I’m really happy with it, and right away shaved myself this morning. You should see me now, here in the dug-out it’s as light again as it used to be. But really, you shouldn’t have bought me such an expensive one. My old one surely would have worked too? The screw, which I left behind in Kevelaer back then in all the hurry, would have been replaceable.
I’ll confirm the other parcels once I know the numbers. I hope to receive mother’s next letter tonight.
Now to mother’s letter of the 25th, which I hadn’t replied to yet.
So you want to know how I “feel” as a trench-soldier? Well, I can only write in reply to that: usually good, sometimes a little better, sometimes a little worse. But on the whole satisfactory. You get só used to it that you hardly remember how life used to be.TheI only thing I wish for would be some more free time and inclination to write. I haven’t written to Walter Benzenberg and Wilhelm Philipps for ages now.
For the rest it’s quite liveable here. But then our Kompanie has the best position of the whole Regiment, and lately we haven’t been burdoned by such nice things as explosions, mines, handgrenades etc.  Tommy knows who he has opposite him, and knows we don’t put up with anything. He knows exactly that if he leaves us alone we are so decent as to leave him alone. But sometimes we’re not so decent, and they usually return fire, but not always, because our 21cm grenades always have the last word, and that’s painful for Tommy apparently.  
There are no other acquantainces on the photographs. There are 5 Bärmer [= guys from Barmen] in our 7 strong group. But it’s of no use writing you the names, as you wouldn’t know them. Presently I’m the only Einjährige [-Freiwilliger] at the Prellbock. Otto Mertens is on a pioneers-course in Carvin, Heinrich Mais is at the Feste Stammheim  [=Company headquarters on the Canal de la Bassée], and Ad Heede is at our positions near Auchy-harbour. We see and visit eachother almost daily.
The reason why the parcels always arrive at the same time is because you post one batch in Unter-Barmen, and the other batch in Elberfeld. Those from Elberfeld always arrive a full day earlier. It used to take the same time from each postoffice. So in future please send everything from `1 postoffice, in order for them not to arrive all on the same day.
Why doesn’t father want to go on holiday for a few days then? Father certainly needs some relaxation one a year, with him working so hard, and with him not being the youngest anymore. That is my humble opinion.
So it is my special wish that mother takes father by the hand, and takes him to Boppard, Kylburg or some other quiet little town, for say 3 weeks, and have a proper holiday. Maybe you can persuade uncle Bonert to come with you. I’m of the opinion that everyone owes that to his health. But think about it. It’s my special wish, and you have fulfilled all my wishes up to now. So, please, this one too. I won’t have anything to wish for for a long time then.
I also think that nobody should go and travel for pleasure this year, although the hotel-owner has to make some money too. But this is a special case. Surely the company can do without you for a few weeks. (I can hear father think already “The stupid boy doesn’t know anything about the company!”)
So again: Forward march!, get away from home and the whole stuff. Because mother also desperately needs it .
But enough about that. Hope this letter hasn’t angered you too much.
They’ve got some job again for “den Herrn Einjährige”: “Go to the depot with 5 men (That’s almost half an hour walk) and bring back 30 2mtr duckboards, 1 box of nails, 1 box of feltnails, and as many optical mirrors you can carry.”
But I‘ll finish this letter first. I’m sure the gentlemen can wait for their duckboards that much longer.
With many warm greetings also to all acquaintances
Your  Fritz

Special greetings to uncle Otto from whom I hear less than I had hoped.



The original letter: