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History mystery

One of my co-workers was hard hit by the recent Hurricane Sandy.  Her whole neighborhood was hard hit, actually.  Whole homes were washed away and debris was strewn everywhere.  She was recently cleaning up the mess when she found a number of photos in her yard that didn’t belong to her family.  They appear to have been blown or washed into her yard from somewhere else.  Most were traditional, run of the mill photos, the kind you’re likely to see in any (and every) household.

But then she stumbled upon this one (click for larger image):

I have absolutely no information to go with this picture.  What you see is what you get.  I was hoping one of my brilliant readers could make some educated guesses of where/when this picture was taken based on the uniforms and equipment in the picture.

Any guesses?

These are my credentials…

A long, long time ago, the first Army unit I was assigned to was the 8th Infantry Division.  Their motto was ‘These are my credentials.’  Sounds kinda goofy if you don’t know the story behind it but fortunately, that’s why I’m here…

In the summer of 1944m the Allies were consolidating their gains in France.  The Germans were holding onto a few port cities, including Brest.

Then…yadda, yadda, yadda…and the Germans decided to surrender.  So the deputy commander of the 8th ID went to see the German general and…well, I’ll let the Stars and Stripes tell it:

“I am to surrender to you,” Ramcke told Gen. Canham through his own interpreter. “I want to see your credentials.”
Gen. Canham pointed to the eager dogfaces crowding the entrance with their M-1s. “These are my credentials.”
This blunt phrase put the Nazi in his place, and paid dramatic tribute to the real power behind America’s armies — the G.I.

Well, when I was there we were facing Ivan and not Fritz (can I get a woot! woot! for the 8th Guards Army?!) but here’s to the old (now disbanded) 8th ID.

 

The Wolf

It’s never been entirely clear to me why the First World War hasn’t generated the same level of interest that the sequel has here in the U.S. of A. Granted we weren’t in it for very long but it provides an opportunity to not only see how a conflict manifests itself differently throughout the world and at different levels (from the grand strategic to the very personal and individual) but also to examine a fault line between eras. How do civilizations act (and react) do the death of one age and the birth of another? You can see traces of both the ‘old’ Romantic era and the ‘new’ Modern one struggling in the same time and place which, I suspect, has more to tell us about where we might be headed than WWII does 1. So, I’ve been dipping my toe into WW1 readings lately and quite enjoying it.

I recently finished The Wolf by Richard Guilliatt and Peter Hohnen. I wasn’t sure what I expected when I started the book and I don’t have much in the way of nautical interest generally but this was a compelling read. The book follows the journey of the German commerce raider SMS Wolf which spanned the Atlantic, Pacific and Indian Oceans (64,000 miles) over 14 months without one trip into port. The ship sustained itself solely through the cargo of the ships it captured. It’s total damages were 30 ships damaged or sunk, totally 138,000 tons. More importantly, the activities of the Wolf had a disproportionate impact on the war effort of the allies, forcing them to restrict the shipping of cargo and troops, revealing rifts in the alliance and causing domestic discord (at least in Australia).

It’s the latter story which is both interesting and frustrating in revealing how little things have changed in our response to threats over the past 100 years. The Australian government, refusing to accept ever more compelling evidence that a commerce raider was prowling in their waters, decided to curry popular support by creating a scare of a secret fifth column of people of German decent. There were internment camps, calls for mass deportation and increasing paranoia about the dangers from the Hun. Re-skin those positions, speeches and laws to the boogy man of the week (Muslims, immigrants, gays, etc.) and you’d hardly know we were in the 21st century.

But apart from that little bit of deja vu, the real story is what went on board on the Wolf itself. As the Wolf had to be self-sustaining, abided but the contemporary laws of war and had no friendly port to pull into, she had to keep all of her prisoners on board for the duration of her journey. That meant some prisoners were kept on the ship for nearly a year and at one point the ship, with a crew of almost 350, had around 400 prisoners on board, including women and children. Keeping so many people in such a small area for extended periods of time and under stressful conditions is bound to lead to all sorts of differing conflicts and relationships and The Wolf does not dissapoint in discussing them. The dynamics between the Germans and the prisoners (of different nationalities), the prisoners amongst themselves, the officers and the crew (while at sea, there was a mutiny of the German Navy and word made it to the crew, causing much confusion and consternation), the ‘civilians’ and everyone else, are facinating and that’s totally separate from the war going on outside the ship’s hull.

As, I suspect, is true with most wartime deployments, it’s the end of the mission that is the most stressful. You’re tired, anticipating being home (or at least out of the battle), and the temptation to give into complacency or paralysis from too much caution can prove fatal. The Wolf had to navigate British blockade many thought wasn’t possible, under terrible weather conditions, with ever decreasing supplies. Prisoners were suffering from scurvy and beri-beri, coal was running low, and huge winter storms were running rampant across the Atlantic.

The prisoners were faced with the dilemma of both hoping to be found by allied ships and dreading the possibility. After all, an allied warship could decide to blow the Wolf out of the water instead of asking for her surrender.

In fact, there are so many levels of drama and conflict within this story I can’t help wondering why it hasn’t been brought to the screen or used to drive a fictional story based on these dynamics. Change the backdrop to a sci-fi universe with the Wolf becoming a spaceship and the story practically writes itself. Or, imagine a much (MUCH) grimmer version of the Love Boat (please no guest cameo by Gopher) where the cast is forever stuck on the Pacific Princess. And no worries, there were enough ladies as prisoners to allow for all sorts of romantic plot lines.

Here’s a video of the Wolf (along with her seaplane the cleverly named ‘Wolfchen’ or ‘little wolf’).

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And a bit from one of the authors…

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  1. Which is unfortunate since people here are more familiar (or as familiar as a historically blind culture can be) with WWII and it remains the ‘go to’ conflict for historical analogies.

Kvick Tänkare

I can’t remember the movie(s) but I do remember hearing anecdotes about weird experiments with victims of the guillotine.  Specifically, trying to see how long one could keep a head alive once it was separated from the body.  Well The Chirurgeons Apprentice tracks the rumor down and finds the truth behind it.  It’s kind of creepy.

A long time ago, I lived in an apartment and I just wasn’t able to own a dog.  I did, however, really want some sort of animal in my household and so I took in a ferret.  Eventually I had a small group of three of them and they really are great pets.  More social than cats and almost as trainable as dogs, I would continue to be a ferret owner if their life spans were not so short (about 6-8 years).

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English: This is Vinnie the Ferret in the middle of a war dance jump. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In any case, recent research has indicated that ferrets are just about equal to dogs in terms of picking up social cues from humans.  It is assumed that this is the result of selective breeding, probably for other, specific traits, with the resulting side effect of greater social-cognitive skills.

 

Speaking of dogs, some Samurai dude in the 19th century decided to outfit his dog with a special set of armor.

And talking about warfare…Swords are pretty badass weapons as demonstrated by their use for thousands of years.  What would make them even more imposing?  Adding shark teeth, of course…

Finally, what would happen in a war broke out between the old school video games and the fancy-schmancy new ones?  Well, somebody thought of that…

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Fortress fun!

Recently, the fine folks of the Experimental Aviation Association brought their B-17 Flying Fortress to my local airport.  The price for a flight was a little steep for my wallet but it was a rush to get to check out the plane up close and take some photos.  You can see the entire photo set here but some of my favorites are below.

This particular aircraft was built in 1944 but didn’t make it in time to take part in the fighting.  After the war is was bought for…are you ready for this?…$750.

And now,to make take this post from good to great, how about some Blue Oyster Cult…

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Warfare in the 18th Century: Poltava and the Swedes

 

I just finished The Battle That Shook Europe: Poltava and the Birth of the Russian Empire by Peter Englund.  Definitely a worth your time but here are the bits I found particularly interesting.

The Swedish king Charles the XII, instituted some military reforms including a system of conscription called indelningverk (which, I think, translates into something like ‘group work’). Provinces were broken up into subdivisions that would supply a cavalry or infantry man, house and support him in peacetime and replace him if lost in wartime. When I went to Skanses (the open air museum in Stockholm that focuses on Swedish life throughout history) they had an example of a little house that a farmer or craftsman might have on their property for a soldier to live in (called a soldattorp or soldier’s cottage). In these provincial regiments (which were different from more traditional regiments that apparently existed in parallel with them) promotions were handled differently from many other armies in that the officers had to start their service in the enlisted ranks and were promoted by merit.

The king had a bodyguard called the Drabants which, at least from the description of their service in the battle of Poltava, served as sort of a Secret Service (frequently surrounding the king in order to take the musket or cannon fire intended for him) as well as a body of shock troops. While I’m sure there was a lot of prestige associated with a posting as a Drabant it did have its downside. Of the 147 that began the Great Northern War in 1700, only 14 were still left alive in 1716.

Pay in old armies always interests me in that it provides some indication of what value society put on soldiering (at least where soldiers had some sort of choice in serving and allocating their labor) and what specific skills or activities militaries wanted to encourage (or discourage by withholding pay). Since plunder remained a legitimate form of compensation for some 18th century armies, Englund describes how the spoils accrued at Saladen were divided among the troops:

  • wounded captain: 80 riksdalar
  • unwounded captain: 40 riksdalar
  • wounded lieutenant: 40 riksdalar
  • unwounded lieutenant: 20 riksdalar
  • unwounded NCO: 2 riksdalar
  • wounded private: 2 riksdalar
  • unwounded private: 1 riksdalar

It’s nice to see the wounded given their due but, of course, it’s not clear if that means any wound or a would sufficient to preclude them from further service. The salary descrepencies today are nowhere near what there were listed as here which might reflect the increasing responsibility and autonomy that lower ranks have increasingly been given over the past three centuries.

Ah…but what of the grenadiers? In the period that I reenact, the grenadiers were really well on their way to losing any real difference from other infantry forces. Still, they maintained some (increasingly superficial) differences in uniform (the sword, the matchcase, etc.) and tougher recruitment standards which made them the ‘go to’ troops when you needed that extra bit of confidence that at attack would succeed or a long would hold under pressure. One of the most visible aspects of grenadiers of all nationalities was their tall caps. In part, the height of the caps were designed to create an imposing appearance to strike fear into the enemy. It worked (or didn’t) along the same lines as ancient warriors who had crests of horsehair or other material on their helmets. Englund however, notes another, more practical, use for the the shaped hats:

Their peculier tall caps replaced the normal wide-brimmed three corner hat, which would have impreded them when they slung their muskets before lobbing their hand-grenades.

Swedish grenadier hat from the early 18th century

Even then, grenadiers were regarded as a form of elite soldier, being used as bodyguards, marksmen and to storm fortifications.

The 18th century was kind of a weird time.  The last of the middle age armor had disappeared but firearms still left a bit to be desired both in terms of accuracy and rate of fire.  So, edged weapons hadn’t yet faded into irrelevance yet.  Ladies and gentlemen, the bayonet.

The bayonet was probably most commonly employed when pursuing the fleeing, and killing off wounded opponents. If bayonet to bayonet fighting did occur it was usually of little consequence, only lasting a few confused moments. Nevertheless, if it did come to hand-to-hand combat the equipment of the Swedish soldier gave him a certain advantage. The sword that every Swede carried was probably the best naked weapon that has ever existed, as well suited for thrust as cut. The Swedish bayonet had a more stable fitting than was otherwise normal. It was a considerably better weapon for thrusting than that of many other armies, whose bayonets tended to fall off, or remain embedded when muscle, skin and bone closed around the blade.

I have no idea if that last bit is true or not but as I’ve mentioned in earlier posts it’s not clear to me that the average 18th century soldier had much training with sword or bayonet.  Without training, weapon quality doesn’t matter quite that much.

The whole battle was a mess from the Swedish perspective (great from the Russian).  The Swedes suffered from debilitating overconfidence, convinced that since the Russians were incompetent in the early years of the war that they would forever remain that way.  So overconfident that the Swedes convinced themselves that it would be a good idea to attack an entrenched foe almost twice as numerous as themselves who also had a more than 3 to 1 superiority in artillery.

Let’s just say it didn’t go well for them.

Still, you can’t say the Swedes weren’t brave.  Here’s a description of the opening of the battle as the Swedes advanced towards the Russian lines:

They had approximately 800 meters to cover before they closed with the compact Russian ranks. The first 600 meters would be taken at the normal pace of 100 strides (75 meters) to the minute: a duration of about 8 minutes. The last stretch would be covered at a significantly higher speed, the standards procedure when attacking a rapidly firing enemy.

Cannon began firing at about 500 meters which meant that the advancing Swedes would have to walk (at a pretty slow pace) into firing artillery for 3 minutes before charging into the enemy and knowing that it would only get worse from there on out.

I suspect my response to being given a order to do something like that would have been along the lines of ‘Go fuck yourself.’

But Russian cannon, flintlocks, bayonets and swords isn’t all the Swedes had to worry about.  They also needed to keep an eye over their shoulder at the knuckleheads behind them:

Some calculations estimate that up to 25 percent of all infantry losses arose when the rear lines accidentally shot their comrades standing further forward.

English: Battle of Poltava 1709

And that is how you have your day ruined.

The Eastern Front

English Russia has some phenomenal photos of the Eastern Front during the First World War.

Russian cavalry...I bet about to have a bad day.

Looks like it'd be easier to just lift the whole car

Embrace the suck...remember, someone had to dig all that. And he was probably a private.

Quatre Bras on fire

Another great app I picked up by accident recently is DK Simulations’ Quatre Bras which is a nice little wargame which covers the Napoleonic battle of…well, I guess you’ve figured this out by now…Quatre Bras.

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A British infantry square depicted in the painting The 28th Regiment at Quatre Bras by Elizabeth Thompson. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t have high expectations for a wargame on my tablet (much less one that cost less than $2) but I was pleasantly surprised at what I got.  It’s got some limited playability (there are only so many units and areas for your forces to occupy so once you figure out the best tactics you’re on your way to repeated crushing victories) so if you find yourself jonsin’ to defeat an enemy while your waiting for the mechanics to finish with your car, it’ll do.

There are a couple of options to keep you going:  You can play as the French or the Coalition.  Victory is based upon objectives held as well as if the French have to call upon reinforcements (which give the Coalition 1 or 2 victory points, depending on who is summoned).  You can also play normal (8 turns) or extended scenarios (uh…something more than 8 turns).

For less than $2 this is a great deal.  Enjoy…

The Battle for Brimstone Hill

My fellow reenactors from the Royal Sussex Regimental Society represented in a special event reenacting the Battle for Brimstone Hill is St. Kitts.

Here’s a great video of the event from a local media outlet.

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While my fellow 35th grenadiers did a great job, I think those reenacting the roles of the local militia/slaves stole the show here.  According to my captain:

…these guys were St. Kitt’s/Nevis Defence Force soldiers (1 sergeant, a lance corporal, a few privates) who were told they were going to do this. So, instead of hunting down drug runners on the seas or chasing Rasta marijuana farmers in the jungles, they took the week to be with us. The machetes were their own, the two muskets were provided from the US. On Monday Ken S. of the 23rd was training them what to do at the event…Note: Ken’s epee was dull, the machetes were most definitely not. Gun powder and firearms are illegal on the island as a whole (no 2nd Amendment there) so it was really difficult getting the gun powder to site.

They did another performance, essentially the same as this, before the Governor-General, Sir Cuthbert Sebastian, at a reception of dignitaries and government officials. It was at the conclusion of our show there that the 16th Light Dragoons presented one of their muskets to Cameron Gill, as seen in the video, as a donation to the fort itself. The Governor-General reviewed the British and Kittitian troops (those playing the French, like me, were face down in the dirt).

They wanted to emphasize the role the African people played during the historic occasion. And they most certainly did. It was a real pride point for the locals to see their own  playing their part in the Franco-British struggle for the destiny of their island home.

It just doesn’t get better than this…

Is that a sword or are you just happy to see me?

Take a gander at this:

While it may appear to share in the Platonic ideal of what we know as a ‘sword’, upon closer inspection, I’m not sure how well it fits within that categorization. It is referred to as a ‘hanger’ and while it looks like a pretty run of the mill sword it is much more.

Swords were going out of style in the late 18th century and few armies were willing to spend the time training soldiers in a form of combat that no one engaged in anymore. Still, I suspect old habits die hard and there was a need for some sort of melee weapon among some troops and that’s where the hanger came into play.

Rather than a cutting or piercing weapon what was needed was a weapon that could break bones. A broken wrist or collar bone can’t hold a musket. A soldier unable to lift a musket is out of the fight. The amount of skill required to bring a heavy object down upon a foe’s arm or neck is pretty limited. If you can hack, you can do it. So, while the hanger looks like a sword, functionally I think I heard it described to be a bit more like a cleaver.

And while I don’t have a great deal of experience with swords, the weight and balance of the hanger feels ‘off’ if your interested in doing a bunch of parry and thrust or cutting. It feels like a lot of it’s weight is forward of the hilt, which seems like it would hinder precise maneuvering with the wrist. Think of trying to fight with a baseball bat (or maybe even a baseball bat with a weight at the end). That seems to be about how much precision dueling you’ll be able to accomplish with a hanger.

It’s not entirely clear to me when a soldier would resort to using their hanger. After all, they all had their muskets for distance and their bayonets for close in combat. A hanger would force you to get even closer to the enemy and could put you at a serious disadvantage against an opponent with a musket and bayonet. During the American Revolution, many colonial soldiers had non-military muskets that were unable to accommodate a bayonet which might mean that if a grenadier lost his musket you might have a hanger vs. musket sans bayonet situation. I’d feel better there as I have to think the shorter hanger (as clumsy as it appears to have been) would give more control than a musket lacking a pointy end.

According to my good captain:

There are no standardized drills for the men regarding fencing and the use of the hangars themselves in actual combat may have been almost non-existent. In 1784, hangars were abolished, so I imagine little thought was given to them at all in the years prior.

In the years prior to their abolition, hangers were only used by grenadiers.  So, it may be that they were one of those pieces of kit that served no other purpose than to accentuate that elite swagger.