Cape Helles, Gallipoli peninsula |
The Gallipoli campaign (the Allies' attempt to
establish a sea route between the Mediterranean and its Russian ally), began on
April 25, 1915 when Allied troops landed on the shores of the Turkish
peninsula. By early June, two failed
attempts had been made to attack Turkish positions and gain the high ground
just beyond the village of Krithia.
On June 4, 1915, the Third Battle of Krithia was
launched at noon, part of the British commander's attempt to maintain
"ceaseless initiative," an ironic description of a campaign that resulted
in an estimated 500,000 total casualties, of which approximately 50,000 men had
died from both sides by January of 1916.
The Third Battle of Krithia gained the Allies approximately 200 – 250
yards of forward territory, at the cost of an estimated 6,500 British and
French casualties, while the Turkish army lost an estimated 9,000 – 10,000
men.
Writing in the days just before the battle, AP
Herbert writes of the simple joys of life in the shadow of death.
The
Bathe
by
AP Herbert
Come friend and swim. We may be better then,
But here the dust blows ever in the eyes
Swimming at Cape Helles, National Army Museum |
And wrangling round are weary fevered men,
Forever mad with flies.
I cannot sleep, nor even long lie still,
And you have read your April paper twice;
To-morrow we must stagger up the hill
To man a trench and live among the lice.
But yonder, where the Indians have their goats,
There is a rock stands sheer above the blue,
Where one may sit and count the bustling boats
And breathe the cool air through;
May find it still is good to be alive,
May look across and see the Trojan shore
Twinkling and warm, may strip, and stretch, and
dive.
And for a space forget about the war.
Then will we sit and talk of happy things,
Home and 'the high' and some far fighting friend,
And gather strength for what the morrow brings,
For that may be the end.
It may be we shall never swim again,
Never be clean and comely to the sight,
May rot untombed and stink with all the slain.
Come, then, and swim. Come and be clean to-night.
The experience of war is vividly drawn with
specifics: dust, fever, flies,
sleeplessness, lice, rot, and stink. But
that is for tomorrow. Today offers the
opportunity to "for a space forget about the war." The present moment holds out the promise of bathing in the waters of the Mediterranean
with a friend, breathing "the cool air through," stretching and
diving into the blue, sitting and talking of "happy things," -- a time
to "gather strength for what the morrow brings." The word
"may" is repeated twice here: it is still possible to see the
"Trojan shore" and be reminded of glorious epic battles of the past,
just as it is possible on the eve of battle to "find it still is good to
be alive."
Yet this poem is written
by a man who has seen enough of war to know that the dead are not glorious, but
"rot untombed," and it may be his fate shortly to join those who "stink with
all the slain." The continued
repetition of the word "may" highlights the uncertainties of life
during war time. On May 24th,
the stench of the bodies decaying between the lines caused a truce to be called
so that the dead of both sides could be buried.
One of the men assigned to the burial detail recalls, "Some of
the bodies were rotted so much that there were only bones and part of the
uniform left. The bodies of the men killed on the nineteenth (it had now been
five days) were awful. Most of us had to work in short spells as we felt very
ill. We found a few of our men who had been killed in the first days of the
landing" (Albert Facey).
Most likely, at some
time in the next ten days "The Bathe" was written. Following the previous five weeks of
stumbling attacks into the filth of battle, the poem simply invites a friend,
"Come, then, and swim. Come and be clean to-night." Washed clean both literally and
metaphorically, the men in the water are baptized into life and comradeship
before the baptism of fire that is shortly to come.
The author of the poem,
AP Herbert, had his swim with friends, as described by Lt. William Ker in a
letter home dated May 30, 1915: "You never
saw such a conglomeration of strange troops. You should have seen me and A. P.
Herbert the other evening bathing in the Dardanelles near some Frenchmen and
Senegalese, with the Turkish lines (or, rather, the place where they were) in
sight on a ridge to our left beside some dismantled forts, the Plain of Troy
before us on the other side, some guns on the Asiatic side in sending an
occasional shrapnel shell over on our right, and a French battery immediately
behind us having shots at them. I took a bathing party down to the beach
yesterday. The scene was a cross between Blackpool in the season and the
Ganges. The men think it a fine picnic, but we are going in the firing line
tomorrow night."
A.P. Herbert |
On
June 4th, Herbert joined the attack with his unit, the Hawke
Battalion. He survived Gallipoli and other
battles on the Western Front until he was seriously wounded in April of 1917
and invalided back to England. One-hundred years after the Third Battle of Krithia, the longing to be cleansed from war echoes across the years: "Come, then, and swim. Come and be clean to-night."
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