Abstract
This pacific mood was merely transient, While Britain vas outside the war it was remote from the hearts of the British people, for most of whom Serbia and Sarajevo were no more than names. The threats to neighbouring France and to 'little Belgim', however, were swiftly realised, and the proclamation of war on 4 August brou^t with it a change of attitude that was overwhelming. The,Times for 5 August reported that the crowds which gathered to hear the Proclamation of War read "were filled with the war spirit", and the Daily News, which two days earlier had affirmed that "there is no war party in this country", now described how "The enthusiasa culminated outside Buckingham Palace when it became known that war had been declared", Newspapers and periodicals of ttie first month of the war did much to encourage the wave of fervent patriotism and war-eagemess which swept over the country, and it was not long before every available wall bore the famous poster of Eitcdiener with its pointing finger and arresting caption "Tour King and Country Need Tou", On 12 August The, Times was able to report that "there was again a large queue of young men waiting outside the Central Recruiting office at Great Scotland-yard yesterday to respond to Lord Kitchener's call for 100,000 men. The wozk of enlistment proceeded briskly all day, and new recruits were-5 s w o m in at the rate of between 80 and 100 an hour," There was scarcely a discordant voice ax^rwhere in the country. Internal strife and party faction were forgotten. The fitting spirit of Ireland was diverted from civil to world war, and divisions of Irishmen were soon ready to join in the greater conflict. Amidst all this enthusiasm it is sobering to read a letter from Lord Weardale in The Times for 5 August, This letter shows him to have been one of the most clear-sighted statesmen Britain could boast of in those troublous days. This is what he wrote for publication the day after war was declared: The indignation of Austria at the crime of Sarajevo is as natural as the racial and religious sycqjathy of Russia with the Servian people; but what rational man can contend that such a question and such tmporary antagonisms can justify the horrors of a great Emrapean war-the worst, perhaps, the world has ever seen-with its countless dead and maimed, its ruined homes, its irremediable industrial losses? Both victors and vanquished can only emerge from such a conflict bankrupt in resources and in ell the hi^er attributes of humanity. w > g #• His vas the voice in the wilderness proclaiming the true and deadly character of the war. Before long he would be joined by otiiérs who spoke not from a lively apprehension of what war could moan, but from the terrible eaperlence of twentieth century warfare. Keaawfaile the var was on end enlistment continued, and among those who enlisted during the next few years were the young men idio were to become the voice and the conscience of their age-the poets of En^andi Edzpund Blundmi, Rupert Brooke, Robert Graves, Robert Nicdiols, Vilfred Oven, Siegfried Sassoon, to mention only some of the better known. Vhen war broke out Siegfried Sassoon, who was the oldest of these young men I have mentioned, was twenty-ei^t; Edmund Blunden was seventeen. Even the most sensitive scarcely foresaw the horrors that were before them. Althcu^ Wilfred Owen wrote in 1914, War broke: and now the Winter of the world With perishing great darkness closes in.ĥ e yet wrote home in a letter to his mother when he first joined the fitting forces in France: "Ihere is a fine heroic feeling 3. Collected Poems, p, 129.-7about being in France# and X an in perfect epirits. A tinge of ezcitenent is about It was mainly this "tinge of excitement" xdiich prevailed during the flMt two years of the war. In his journal for August 1914 Aubrey Herbert wrote# "The men were very pleased to have been under fire, and compared notes aa to how they 5 felt," but the Battle of Hone in which his men were engaged was followed by the Battle of Le Gateau and of the Marne and tlm first Battle of Tpres. Meanwhile Antwerp had fallen and the hopes of peace "before Christmas" began to recede. The tone of reports from the Front began to changet The Tinea reported from the Battle of Kons that "[The British soldier] was cheerful, steady and confident."^ Biz weeks later another report told how the wounded were "as happy and as eager to be well enou^ to go to the front again as if they 7 were schoolboys going home for the holidays." But a sourer note was creeping into the reports; first, the confession that war and the idea of war were two very different things; 4. 1 January 1917, Collected Letters, p. 421. 5. Kons. Ansae end Kuts. p. 48. 6. 23 August 1914. 7. 8 October 1914* 8 «# "I had not the slightest conception what war could mean, even 8 in the wildest flights of fancy"; secondly, descriptions of the real horrors of war; "Tou cannot imagine what a battlefield is like after a battle-a huddled mass of corpses, some of which have been lying there since the q fighting round here in October last...." and thirdly, the beginnings of condemnation; By the touchstone of the men it has broken this war is judged and the makers of this war. And more than ruined villages end desecrated churches these soldiers pronounce condemnation. They, idio have given 80 much, are, in a sense, without joy and without enthusiasm; rather they shun recollection. There is no sest in the killing of men.... The war is revealed as a thing gross and dull-witted, a crime even against the ancient, chivalrous spirit of war.^D uring 1915 the frontiers of war were extended and its horrors intensified. Early in the year Zeppelin raids wore made on England; in February the Germans began their D-boat 8. Letter from an Officer, The Times.