"Did you ever smell a dead mouse? This will give you about as much idea of what a group of long-dead soldiers smell like as will one grain of sand give you an idea of Atlantic City’s beaches.
I knew all of these men intimately and it was indeed painful to learn of their condition. Some had apparently lived for some time, had tried to dress their own wounds, or their comrades had dressed them; but later they had died there…
Many of the men had been pumped full of machine-gun bullets – shot almost beyond recognition. One of our men was lying with a German bayonet through him – not unlike a pin through a large beetle
This was the first experience at handling and burying the dead for many of our men. It was a trying experience. The identification tags removed from the dead were corroded white, and had become embedded in the putrid flesh. Even after the burial, when these tags were brought back to the company, they smelled so horribly that some of the officers became extremely sick …
There are two reasons why a soldier feels fear: first, that he will not get home to see his loved ones again; but, most of all, picturing himself in the same position as some of the dead men we saw.
They lay there face up, usually in the rain, their eyes open, their faces pale and chalk-like, their gold teeth showing. That is in the beginning. After that they are usually too horrible to think about. We buried them as fast as we could – Germans, French and Americans alike. Get them out of sight, but not out of memory. I would know them now if I were to meet them in a hereafter. I could tell them where they were lying and how they were killed – whether with shell fire, gas, machine gun or bayonet. I didn’t even want to take a dead mouse out of a trap when I was home. Yet over here I buried 78 men one morning. I managed to eat my quota of bread and meat when it came up, with no opportunity to wash my hands."
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A small glimpse of the WW1 accounts that we are putting together for the near future. #standby #zerofoxtrot #ww1 #reality