Lieut. Jack Gamlen (OBLI) is, we know, a francophile – he wrote last year of his pleasure at working with the French on the Western Front.
Following the account of his experiences in the Battle of the Piave in June, here is his latest, and perhaps last, missive from Italy.
With the French in Italy.
30/11/18. “By great good fortune, I spent the last three months of the war with the French on the Asiago Plateau, acting as a liaison officer between them and my own Division…
The policy on both Divisional fronts was a constant raiding activity. The French are, as everyone knows, quite uncannily clever at raids. They have always taken more prisoners and had fewer casualties than the English, on every front. I could never learn the secret of their success, and they professed not to know it themselves. Each Division used to do a big raid every ten days…
[The French Division]… had a great success early in August. It captured nearly 150 prisoners at the cost of one man killed and six wounded… The prisoners were a sorry lot, as usual. Among them was a Regimental Commander (a Colonel). The [French] General did a thing which no English General, under any conceivable circumstances would do. He picked the captured Colonel up, put him in his car, and took him straight back to Divisional HQ, where he gave him breakfast in his mess.
After breakfast, the French General launched out into a magnificent tirade against Austria and all its works, and while he whipped the unhappy Colonel with his words, the latter sat, with his head in his hands, the picture of decadence, defeat and despair.
I was afterwards left alone with him under my charge and we had an interesting talk. He was a typical Austrian, weak, agreeable, strongly anti-Boche. He shrugged his shoulders over the whole business, and when I asked him what would happen to the Dual Monarchy after the War, he answered, ‘My dear fellow, so long as you leave me Paris to live in, and English clothes to wear, I don’t care!’
After a crescendo of raids on the plateau, the Piave offensive was launched, and went well from the start. In four or five days, the enemy showed signs of a withdrawal on our front, and, at the given moment, the French and my own Division sprang upon his rearguards, kicked them off the plateau, and began the great pursuit…
I am writing in a great hurry, and have no time to tell you half the things that I should like to tell about the French. They are wonderful soldiers. British troops are just as brave, but I believe it is just to say that where we show great talent for war, the French show genius…
They admire and love us because, as they say, we are a people ‘qui sait si bien se faire casser les dents.’ How true this is of France and England our casualty lists show, and we shall not forget it.
I hope that this is the last war letter I shall ever send to the ‘Draconian’!”
3 thoughts on “December 12th 1918”
How lovely to read the positive comments about the French! Things are not going so well over her at the moment and it is a real morale booster. In addition, in following your articles I have learned a lot about the war time experience of my grand father, Pug Wallace. It appears that he was in the same regiment as Jack Gamlen. Thank you very much for putting all this on line – the articles read like a serial and I have become addicted! Merci beaucoup.
Thank you. For your convenience, here is a link with all the references to Pug: https://skipperswar.com/tag/lindsay-wallace/ If you have a picture of Pug in uniform I could use, I would be most grateful.
I can certainly send you a good photo of Pug in uniform taken in about 1916. In order to do this I will need your email address.