Showing posts with label reserve trenches. Show all posts
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25 September 2015

89 - 25 September 1915 (Regimental History)





25 September 1915
[Saturday]

From the Regimental History of IR16

On 21 September the enemy started firing his artillery. The trenches, that is the approach-trenches and the land behind those up to Douvrin, were under heavy fire. With interest the reserve bataillon III/16, which was at the time involved in peaceful exercises on the other side of Douvrin, watched the proceedings along the whole front upto Arras.
The structure of the trenches stood the test spendidly. Where the enemy managed to cause considerable damage, especially in the 2nd and 3rd line, this could usually be repaired under the cover of darkness. Thus large parts of the trenches were still usuable.

Deserters and prisoners had predicted a large enemy attack for 25th September. The enemy had considerably damaged the barbed wire defence and the front of our trenches with their trenchmortars, and in places completely eradicated it. Thus it could not be denied anymore that the enemy was planning an attack any time soon. II and I batallion were in the frontline trenches, III batallion was scheduled to relieve I batallion in the morning.

25th September started remarkably quiet. III batallion had already marched out for the relief. Then suddenly, at 06.45 in the morning, thick, yellow gasclouds rolled towards our positions and shrouded everything in an impenetrable haze. Gas-alarm! Everyone scrambles for the gasmasks, and sets fire to the trenchdefences. In no-time the trenchdefences along the whole line were on fire. An imposing sight! Suddenly the enemy artillery fire switched to the land behind the trenches, giving the brave defenders time to regroup, under the protection of the wall of fire, and wait for what was coming.
Several people suffered greatly from the gas, and here and there the commanders had to step in to bring the partly heavily shaken men back to their senses.  
After about 45 minutes, with the cloud slowly disappearing, the English get out of their trenches and are subjected to devastating machinegun- and rifle-fire. They don’t get far, and, after suffering heavy casualties, hastily retreat to their trenches. At the Prellbock it comes to fierce handgrenade-fights, which all end in victory for us. No Englishman reached our positions.

A company-commander writes about his impressions as follows: [From a position between the Canal and Hohenzollern Redoubt]
“As per schedule III/16 marched out of Douvrin at 5 o’clock in the morning of 25 september 1915, to relieve I/16. When the batallion was partly in the front-line trenches, and partly still in the approach-trenches, there was heavy artillery fire all of a sudden. We initially thought that the enemy had noticed the relief, when an unknown smell perplexed us. After the initial surprise it was clear: Gas-attack. As we were well prepared, with a sufficient supply of gasmasks, and trained through instructions and drills, everyone quickly recovered from that first fright and reached for their gasmask.But where were the trenchdefences? They were mostly destroyed by artilleryfire. Here and there though there were parts still intact, and they were quickly set alight.
We knew that from behind the gasclouds the enemy would come. Then, through the haze, one suddenly sees the evil enemy approaching, calmly as if they were going for a morningwalk. But he had not reckoned with the Hacketäuern. Frantic rapid fire erupted along the entire front, and the enemy rapidly retreated to his own trenches. One spirited commander had, ahead of his troops, reached the “Monocle” [a mine-crater called “Monocle”-Eyeglass], with exemplary bravery. He paid for this bravery with his life.
We had won! An uplifting moment. The brave Hacketäuer yelled “Hurra”, and even the gas casualties joined in. There were cheers and joy, the enemy had been properly paid back.
Our first worry was now to re-organise our left wing. There there were two batallions in a place which would normally hold one batallion. We then prepared to repel a possible further attack. The trench defences were repaired, wood was prepared and many a fine dug-out door,and many a fieldbed was offered to the axe. But there was a bigger worry for the commanders. The gas had affected the rifles in such a way that the locks would not function anymore. Copious grease, sourced from the batallion, remedied this shortcoming. We were ready for everything now, but the enemy remained very quiet. They had had enough and realised it was best not to tangle with us.
On the left though they had had greater success. It worried us a great deal, especially at night when we could see their flares almost behind us. The following days the battle raged on day and night, and it was reassuring for us to see the enemy bit by bit being pushed back to their old positions.“


“Casualties for the period of 1 september to 31 october 1915:
Dead: 4 officers (including 2 doctors), 189 NCO’s and men
Wounded: 4 officers, 505 NCO’s and men
Missing: 14 NCO’s and men
Furthermore 84 incapacitated by gas”.

16 August 2015

71 - Uhrgraben, 16 August 1915



Uhrgraben, 16 August 1915
[Thursday]


Dear family,
I received mother’s letter of the 11th, and parcels nrs 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72.
Many thanks for everything. Then I also received 2 parcels from Reverend Herbst’s wife, and one from Aunt Bonert. Please thank them for me. Aunt Bonert wrote about two parcels, one with cognace, but that didn’t arrive. The preserved vegetables always arrive in good order, except for the peas in parcel nr 62. And in parcel nr 65 the bottle was broken.
As a special recommendation I request a repeat sending of parcels, 61, 63, 66, 67, 70, 72.
And I’d like a bit of cognac too. It’s often very cold at night here, even with a coat, especially when you have to stand still for a long time. And I could use a new pair of socks one of these days. You don’t have to send immediately. And I’d like some Sacharine too. At the moment I have no ther wishes. Maybe a nice Korinthenplatz or something [= round yeastcake with currants] .
Then something else: I receive a parcel now and then from Otto Merten’s sister, and I’d like to repay her for that. I heard she has a photoalbum in which she collects warphoto’s.  As such an album can only take photos of a certain size, I wrote her today to ask her to contact you regarding the format.  I believe Paul [Bonert] has an enlarger with which you can print any format.
Or you can have them printed at Jansens [*1]. Please do me that favour.
It’s of no use sending parcels to Otto Mertens. He receives só much from home, that I have to help him every time, in order for him not to overeat.
Don’t know what else to write you. Everything is still the same. The English are still keeping quiet. I don’t think they will try to attack here any time soon, I really don’t believe they’ll come anymore.
But then we won’t attack any time soon either. Again troops left from here to go to Russia.
And I find that, for obvious reasons, a very good thing. Im’sure you can imagine why.
H.Mais, A. Heede etc. returned from the course yesterday. It seems they learned a lot, even horse-riding.
But I got to end it now. It is the highest time this letter leaves today, otherwise you start thinking all sorts of things again.
Many warm greetings sends you:
Your Fritz



[*1]  Photography shop Jansen in Barmen:




The original letter:

16 July 2015

62 - Uhrgraben, 16 July 1915






Uhrgraben, 16 July 1915
[Friday]

Dear family,
Yesterday I received mother’s letter of the 11th. Thanks.
Don’t always let other people tell you fairytales, and don’t unnecessarily worry so much. You really don’t pleasure me with that. I rather receive letters in which you write that you are all healthy and cheerful. But it has to be the truth of course.
It’s not clear to me what Heini Mais wrote about not getting into rest. It’s all business as usual here. Mais and Heede have been marched off to a course which will be given probably in Haubourdin near Lille.
So, as I already wrote you: please don’t unnecessarily worry when the mail takes a little longer now and then. Reasons for which I’ve already written you in my last letter. Don’t always think the worst.
Up to now it has all gone well, why would that change in the future?
Parcel-wise I’ve received nrs 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.  As especially repeat-worthy I can recommend nrs 7, 8, 9, 11, 14, 15. The Wiener Schitzels arrived in perfect order. I think you can send any meat or vegetables in that way. The strawberries were perfect too, just like the cherries.
Now I’d like to answer the questions in mother’s letter. You are correct in saying that I had promised,  a long time ago, to write about the daily life in the trenches. But I always pushed that forward from one letter to the next. So it’s because of my laziness that you don’t know about it yet.
But why would I not write about it to you, you’re right.
We are always 4 days at the Prellbock, 4 days in the Uhrgraben (It’s written with an H), and then 4 days at rest. The Prellbock is our front line trench, right opposite the English, distance 150 to 200 meters.
A day at the Prellbock is more or less like this : 2 hours watch duty at the embrasure during the day, say from 7-9 or 3-5, depends on when it’s your turn (To clarify: “a day” lasts from 7 in the morning to 9 at night). At night alternately work and again watch duty, both for 2 hours at a time.
During the day one of every group (8 men) is on watch duty, at night 4.
Then during the day someone has to get coffee in the morning and evening, and water twice a day. When you’re on watch duty you have to observe the English, which is often very difficult. During the day through a trench periscope, and at night above the parapet. And with work I mean extending the trenches, digging dug outs etc. In the morning the trenches have to be swept even!
So you seem to have a completely wrong idea of the goings on here. If only I could send you a few photographs then it will all become clear for you.
When we have then completed our 4 days at the Prellbock we are relived by 5th Kompanie, and move to the Uhrgraben, which named after the Batallions clock which is situated there.
The Uhrgraben are the reserve trenches, and are made battle-ready when we can’t hold the front line. In the Uhrgraben we more or less are at rest, whether there’s a lot of work or not. Work: digging, picking up duckboards and buildingmaterial in Auchy etc.  This time around we’re lucky, we’re building a new approach road to Douvrin from 7-9 in the evening. It’s not always we have so little work to do.
When we then get to Douvrin it’s : drills, swimming, route marches, practice, roll calls etc. Sometimes an awful lot, usually not so much. We’ve also now have something like beds in Douvrin.
By the way we’re not billeted in a school. You’re confusing that with something else. Most citizens have left Douvrin, and we have settled ourselves in the partly destroyed houses.
I don’t have the pillow anymore. If you could send me an inflatable pillow that would be great.
I really wouldn’t know whom to send parcels to. We always help eachother. One has this, which the other one lacks etc. And in case no one has anything we’ll figure it out amongst ourselves.
I’ve already received the photographs, and I’ve already written you how happy I was with them. It’s a shame the Ticka can’t be repaired. I could have sent you a couple of photographs, especially because we have a dark room in Douvrin. Please discuss amongst yourselves if you could possible send me a small camera. The pocket watch format is of course not the most important. It was just that I was thinking when we already have that Ticka. It can be any small camera, but of course not too expensive. If you want to buy me such a small camera you can take it off my birthday- or Christmas account. I also need developer and fixing salt with it of course, both in powder form.
Please discuss it, it would make me very happy. Photographs are such a nice souvenir for later.
The main thing is that the camera is small and light, that it produces good photographs, and that it’s not too expensive. I don’t know whether you’ll be able tofind the ideal one. Have a look around here and there. I hope you don’t get fed up with the fact that every letter from me contains another wish.
Then I’m out of butter, and I can’t get it here either at the moment. Father sent me a case of cigars. I made good use of them even if I don’t smoke them. I have distributed them amongst my group “für gute Arbeit” [= For a job well done]. They liked them better than all those “Liebesgaben” cigars [= sent by charitable institutions in their home-towns] But then those are not of the best quality usually.
Schluss for today, more soon.
With many warm greetings
Your Fritz

I have also received Walter Benzenberg’s letter. 


The original letter