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Vida en Las Trincheras
Vida en Las Trincheras
Vida en Las Trincheras
Robert Graves
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OVERVIEW
Soldiers on both sides during World War I spent many miserable months in the trenches
that formed the front lines. The following excerpt from Good-bye to All That describes the
experiences of a young officer named Robert Graves when he reported for duty in the
trenches.
W e had no mental picture of what the trenches would be like, and were
almost as ignorant as a young soldier who joined us a week or two later.
He called out excitedly to old Burford, who was cooking up a bit of stew in a
dixie, apart from the others: ’Hi, mate, where’s the battle? I want to do my
bit.’
The guide gave us hoarse directions all the time. ’Hole right.’ ’Wire high.’
’Wire low.’ ’Deep place here, Sir.’ ’Wire low.’ The field-telephone wires had
been fastened by staples to the side of the trench, but when it rained the
staples were constantly falling out and the wire falling down and tripping
people up. If it sagged too much, one stretched it across the trench to the
other side to correct the sag, but then it would catch one’s head. The holes
were the sumppits used for draining the trenches.
We now came under rifle-fire, which I found more trying than shell-fire.
The gunner, I knew, fired not at people but at map-references–cross-roads, or
likely artillery positions, houses that suggested billets for troops, and so on.
Even when an observation officer in an aeroplane or captive balloon or on a
church spire directed the guns, it seemed random, somehow. But a rifle bullet,
even when fired blindly, always seemed purposely aimed. And whereas we
could usually hear a shell approaching, and take some sort of cover, the rifle
bullet gave no warning. So, though we learned not to duck to a rifle bullet
because, once heard, it must have missed, it gave us a worse feeling of danger.
Rifle bullets in the open went hissing into the grass without much noise, but
when we were in a trench, the bullets made a tremendous crack as they went
over the hollow. Bullets often struck the barbed wire in front of the trenches,
which sent them spinning in a head-over-heels motion—ping! rockety-ockety-
ockety-ockety into the woods behind.