We’re trying to post something about what was happening every day to the poets and writers of the First World War. You can follow what is happening by following us on Twitter or liking us on Facebook. Or you can see the latest tweets on this page.
Here’s what we’ve noticed recently:
18 August 1915 Edward Tennant writes to his mother ‘The journey was long, tiresome and dirty, but were all extremely cheerful and in merry company. Assisted by the soldiers’ twin saints, Fortnum & Mason, discomfort is grinned upon.’
17 August 1915 Charles Sorley writes to Miss M.S. Sorley ‘I’m sending herewith – it strikes me it may interest you – a copy of The Imitation of Christ in Flemish. Two days ago we blew up an old half-ruined estaminet just in front of our trenches, which would have been a useful point of vantage for brother Bosch in case of him attacking. In consolidating the position and digging it in, I found among other things this book in the cellar (which had escaped the explosive) on the top of a barrel still half full of beer (what can the Germans have been doing?) with some French recipes inside.
15 August 1917 Wilfred Owen writes from Edinburgh to his mother ‘I have just been reading Siegfried Sassoon, and am feeling at a very high pitch of emotion. Nothing like his trench life sketches has even been written or even will be written. Shakespeare reads vapid after these.’
15 August 1916 Arthur Graeme West writes ‘I come back here to-night to find a summons to go to W… in D…. and join up with the X…. regiment. As usual, the blow has quietened me. It has fallen and now nothing can happen for a day or two.’
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