O-T History Buffs, What's Your Favorite WWI Battle And Why?

The Ludendorff Offenses. Why?

I showed up to Miltary History Class unprepared along with majoity of my classmates and my instructor MAJ H. R. Macmasters was not pleased. So he called me up to the front of the class and said today you get to teach the class. I spent an hour tap dancing and leading a discussion on a subject that I had absolutely no clue about.

20 years later, I still don't have a clue about the Ludendorff Offenses but I know I gave a lecture on it once.

I know CSB

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Favorite WWI Battle

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The Dardenelles (Gallipoli) Simply fascinates me. What should have been a Allied rout turned into an Allied slaughter because of the timidity Of a navy of obsolete ships.

Fodder.

And then the bravery and tenacity of both the ANZACs and the Ottoman Turks in that hell is just...I mean, I don't think we're even made of the same stuff as they are.

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda-worth the watch. Great WW1 pics

And of course the story of the Christmas Truce of 1914

Christmas Truce of 1914 wiki



Short Video on the Christmas Truce

"Christmas in the Trenches"-song by John McCutcheon

In the midst of one of the bloodiest wars in modern history, a moment of curious humanity was witnessed on the battlefields of the Western Front. A Christmas Truce was declared by both sides, and for a brief amount of time, the fighting stopped. The artillery ceased its awful bombardment. The sound of machine gun and rifle fire did not ring out. Instead, in the midst of the mud and blood and snow, the soldiers prepared to celebrate Christmas in peace.

Christmas Trees were raised in places where shells had razed the forests. Garlad was hung instead of barbed wire. And instead of poison death drifting across No Man's Land, Christmas Carols, in different tongues, filled the air.

Men on either side, who had scant hours before been engaged in ending life, were now celebrating it. Christmas came the same to Germans as it did to Frenchmen, Brits and Scots. Though the tongues may have been foreign, the tunes were not. And in that brief respite from hell, they exchanged volleys of song instead of bullets.

In an extraordinary show of courage, a soldier unarmed but for a truce flag walked into the killing field, not knowing if his foolhardiness would be rewarded with the crack of rifles. Instead he found a similarly brave handshake marching to greet him, and wishing a Merry Christmas.

And then, the trenches erupted. The fear and hate was banished as men from both sides flooded no man's land and celebrated Christmas in their own way. They traded cards and shared small gifts. Tobacco, alcohol, candy, cards and pictures from home. In some places a friendly game of football was played, illuminated by flarelight usually used to aid artillery fire.


Soldiers saw standing next to them, not monsters, not beasts as the propaganda would have them believe, but men and boys the same as them. Serving their country. Doing their "duty". Missing wives and sweethearts and children back home. Cold, cramped and tired. But they shared their humanity that Christmas, bound by cultural ties that knew no borders or nationalities, but "Peace and Good will towards men."


And as suddenly as that peace and good will had stolen upon No Man's Land, Christmas ended, and with it the truce. They rushed back to their respective trenches once more as the cannons belched their screaming death into that starry sky, and The War returned.

But it was said that those who experienced that wonderous event were changed somehow. That no longer was the enemy down their barrel some faceless butcher, but Friedrich from Munich, who liked French chocolate and whose little Ingrid was turning 5 in the spring. Or Thomas from Birmingham, who liked Irish whisky and blonde girls with pretty voices. They were men thrust into the same horrid situation, sitting in the trench they were only by the providence of their place of birth.

It was said that the soldiers there hesitated to shoot thereafter, or missed on purpose. Correspondences were sent across the lines to check on the condition of "the lad who played the fife so well", "that German fiddler", or "the one who sang so well". Regiments were shifted because soldiers were reluctant to engage those they had met in shared brotherhood that Christmas.

There was no widespread truce the following Christmas, or any thereafter. The commanding officers would not risk something which might show the humanity of the enemy or inhibit the slaughter when the time came. But for that one brief time, in late December of 1914, peace reigned, and those men found that on either end of the rifle, they were not so different.

Merry Christmas

I like Jutland, here, as well.

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Jutland

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WWI maritime maneuvers were interesting to say the least. At the Haig Meetings they said that they couldn't attack ships that carried basic goods (i.e. Food, clothing, etc) to ports but they could pretty much practice piracy. So they would have to call out to ships and say "hey you're about to be boarded by us, get off the ship and all will be well"

Well the Germans were using subs to attack the much bigger and stronger British fleet and were doing a great job because there was no radar to detect em until they surfaced.

So what did the British do? They put guns on the goods ships and masked them. When the Germans would surface to board the ships, they'd take the covers or whatever was hiding the guns and shoot at the subs.

I can't pick one. I like them all.

What about the Zeebrugge Raid? Anybody heard of that one?
It was really a failure but the British publicized it as a victory. They do that a lot. They even told us that Dunkirk was a British victory.

Here's some photos of ladies bathing in the nude just as the Raid happened.

Zeebrugge Nudes

Favorite? That's disrespectful as hell. One that my mind often is Passchendale(spelling error perhaps). It was a battle fought in the mud.

One haunting story of this was a man fell into the mud and was waste deep. Several days later, his troop came upon him and he was up to his neck in mud and trapped. They knew it was to dangerous to get him out so they sshot him in sumpatby

Passchendaele. Iron Maiden has a song about it, so I'll go with that.