Meanwhile, at the front, the sea is stiff with naked Tommies.
It has been baking hot these days & I just sit & ache to go & have a bathe. But the ocean is so stiff with Tommies, ‘naked as worms’, that there is not means alas.
Dorothie Feilding, 4 August, 1916
So maybe we all dream about spacious accommodations dug thirty feet deep into the dry Somme chalk, but just because it’s small, doesn’t mean it can’t be cosy. Here are some of the best tips from real British men and women with plenty of experience of roughing it in the Continental mud.
A while back, when browsing old issues of The Times from 1919, I came across a fascinating case that I felt compelled to share with you, because it’s very much a testament of its time.
Colonel Rutherford had served as a medical officer at the Western Front with during most of the war. He had been commended for gallantry and mentioned in despatches and all that sort of malarky. His fellow officers later testified that he was usually easy-going, able and very gallant, but that he also suffered from brief spells of extremely violent temper, triggered by tiny things, during which he would react and speak in ways not appropriate for an officer. These spells were short and afterwards he seemed quite dazed and tired and appeared not to remember them.
He had been married since 1902 and had several children. An old friend from university testified about how during his engagement he had, on at least one occasion, displayed irrational and violent jealousy because his future wife had taken a walk with said friend. This friend said that over the years he’d known him, he had witnessed in him a downward spiral of melancholia and continually sinking spirits.
During the course of his work, Colonel Rutherford developed a condition that resulted in extreme skin reactions that were quite, quite painful. Partly because of that, he suffered from acute insomnia for most of the war. His fellow officers and his batman attested to him being depressed and even speaking about killing himself. His wife had showed a letter he’d sent her to an old friend, who described it completely incoherent and full of mad scribblings that did not make sense.
Due to his medical problems, he was sent home in 1917 and got a cushy government post. However, he then quit that position and applied to be sent back to France. An acquaintance thought this very odd, and found him quite queer when they spoke, but surmised that the whole thing was due to financial or domestic problems.
Upon his return to France, he was kicked in the head during a rugby game and was unconscious for some time and suffered a brief loss of memory. By all accounts he was under extreme strain due to his work at the front. His wife wrote to him in very warm tones about her love and forgiving him for something in the summer of 1918, but in September, something had clearly happened because she expressed that she had “gone through hell in the last week” because of his mistreatment of her and that, because of it, there was not “an atom” of love for him left in her (the later divorce proceedings seem to imply he’d been unfaithful to her). She told him that she had been advised to get a divorce, but was willing to let him have custody of the three oldest children. After the Armistice, he told his brother: “I am sorry the war is over. I had hoped to be killed in France.”
He returned home in Jan 1919, and there are several accounts of him dragging his wife into a room and locking the door while she called for the maid. There had been evidence of extreme jealousy earlier; apparently, at some point, he had gone berserk and destroyed all the pictures of other men in the house he had been able to find. In anticipation of his return, his wife had ordered the maid to hide two pictures of Major Miles Seton, a family friend and former colleague of Colonel Rutherford’s who was godfather to their youngest child. At the same time, Colonel Rutherford was described as spending most of his time since his coming home with his children and he was apparently very good to them.
Then one night, after the delivery of a letter from Major Seton to Mrs Rutherford, Colonel Rutherford set out on the town. He stopped at a messenger office and got the address for Sir Malcolm Seton where Major Seton was staying.
Sir Malcolm, his wife and his cousin, the Major, were seated in the smoking room when Colonel Rutherford called on them, and Major Seton went to speak with him alone in another room. After about 10 or 15 minutes, they heard crackling noises. Sir Malcolm and lady Seton rushed to see what it was and found Major Seton shot (the body would later be examined and found to contain 14 entry and exit wounds altogether, the result of 6 or 8 bullets).
Lady Seton exclaimed: “You have killed Miles” to which Colonel Rutherford replied “Yes, I only wish I had a bullet for myself.” Sir Malcolm said he appeared rigid and curiously calm (the word ‘dazed’ was suggested) and as if the situation was only gradually dawning on him.
Sir Malcolm rushed out to find a doctor and the police, while Lady Seton remained with the dead or dying Major and the Colonel, who burned a letter, presumably the one from Seton to his wife. When the doctor and the police arrived, Colonel Rutherford went downstairs to admit them. He was asked if he had shot Major Seton which he affirmed. He then asked for his hat and walking stick and to be allowed to send a message to his wife. It read: “I am sorry. An awful thing has happened. Seton is dead.”
He was later examined by several doctors, several of which were specialists in mental disorders. According to these, he only gave as reason for the act that he thought Seton had a bad influence on his children. The only example of this he could give was that one son had talked about big game hunting in Africa which he did not approve of. When asked why he’d shot Major Seton so many times he said he hated to see things wounded. Later during his trial, he seemed confused about the whole thing and said it felt like it had happened to someone else. According to the experts he was not fit to plead due to insanity.
The jury found him “guilty, but insane” which meant he was admitted to Broadmoor and not hanged.
His wife tried to obtain a divorce, but murder and insanity were not considered to be sufficient grounds as the law then stood. Lord Birkenhead commented on the case that
To some this may appear a harsh and even an inhumane result, but such, my lords, is the law of England.
She was finally granted a legal separation in 1922 and eventually (following a new Parliamentary Divorce Act) obtained a divorce from her husband in 1938 on the grounds of cruelty, the suit being undefended. She later remarried and lived to be 100 years old.
During his time at Broadmoor, Colonel Rutherford wrote a book entitled An Outline History of the Great War together with (non-inmates) Gordon Vero Carey and Hugh Sumner Scott, which was published with Rutherford as an anonymous contributor. After publication, Scott sent it to the Home Secretary Sir William Joynson-Hicks, ‘with a covering letter describing fully Rutherford’s part in its production’, after which Rutherford was released quietly from Broadmoor. After his release, he was reinstated to the Medical Register but mostly lived and worked abroad, among other places in Vienna and Persia.
He died in South Africa in 1951, and asked to be buried with his tin hat from the trenches.
Sources: The account of the actual crime is mostly based on articles describing the trial in The Times while the account of the later life of the Rutherfords is based on information found by the clever application of Google Fu, most especially here:
As the IWM states on its website “(h)unger stalked the civilian populations of all the combatant nations” during World War I. What is perhaps less well-known is that hunger also stalked the populations of non-combatant nations.
Sweden was one such nation. Although rather strong pro-German sympathies were probably prominent among the population, Sweden remained staunchly neutral all through the war. Due to sheer geographical misfortune, it was nevertheless hit hard by the blockade of Germany, since all naval traffic for the Baltic area by necessity had to pass Germany. Thus, when Germany starved, so did Sweden.
|Young Henry VIII of England. Image source: Wikpedia|
Today it’s 500 years since one of the bloodiest battles ever between the English and the Scots – the Battle of Flodden. It’s also the last battle on the British Isles in which a monarch was one of the casualties.
|James IV of Scotland. Image source: Wikipedia|
Coming as I do from a long acquaintance with the War of the Spanish Succession, I find it fascinating when I read about World war I just how many battlefields those conflicts share. Also, just like World War I would prove to do, the War of the Spanish Succession marked the beginning of a new type of military warfare. Until then, war had to a large degree equalled sieging and storming, but the War of the Spanish Succession gave the first taste of the sort of mass battles that would come to full maturity during the Napoleonic Wars, most notably at Waterloo. Among those usually mentioned are Blenheim, Oudenarde and Ramillies, but the biggest battle of the conflict took place today, exactly 203 years ago.
After a long and inconclusive summer campaign, the Allied forces under the British Duke of Marlborough and the Imperial commander Prince Eugene came together with the amassed French forces under Marshal Villars at the tiny village of Malplaquet in present day Belgium on 11 Sep, 1709.
World War I is usually associated with the trenches on the Western Front. You know; shelling, gassing, the Somme, the Battle of Verdun… But as Germany knew right at the outset; the Allies’ weakest spot was not the French border. No, the soft, unprotected underbelly of the Allies was Britain’s Achilles heel – India (why, yes, I do like mixing my metaphors – why do you ask?).
During the late 18th century, the song Marlbrough s’en va-t-en guerre was all the rage in France. It was sung to the young dauphin (the son of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette) by his peasant nurse and was quickly picked up by Marie Antoinette and the rest of the court. Before long, it was a plague on all France and it simply wouldn’t go away. Rumour has it Napoleon liked to hum it years later and it is even referred to by Dostoyevski in Crime and Punishment.
Why today? He died on March 30, 1707.
Name: Sébastien Le Prestre, Marquis de Vuaban
Character class: Architect
Lived: 1633 – 1707
Also known as: Vauban
Special powers: Fortress construction +10
Known affiliates: Le Grand Condé, Colbert, Louis XIV, Louvois