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inkary · 6 months
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Commissioned be @ remnants_and_renegades on IG
A "Sniper of the Arcadian Mudmen slowly peaking through a the parapet of the trench to prepare to eliminate a careless enemy trooper across no man's land. The Arcadian Mudmen are dedicated trench warfare specialists and pride themselves in their skill without needless slaughter like their Krieger counterparts."
i realize she's more like taking a moment to breathe here on the picture, but this is what the commissioner wrote when i requested a blurb of text for the caption :3
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scrapironflotilla · 3 months
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No one who has not seen and struggled through it can, I am sure, realise a bit what that mud was like.  It was a horror quite apart, quite unlike anything else in this war! Imagine a man, wounded on patrol in front of our lines, or during an attack, struggling a few yards towards his people, overcome by the sucking ooze, sinking, sinking inch by inch, in full view of hundreds of willing friends, not one of whom can do a thing to him; sinking and sinking, until, though he calls and calls for help, he realises no help can come - and he begs for his own people to end his horror with a bullet! Many a time stout hearted ones went out to help, got within a yard or two only to join in the other's horror, and a bullet is much more merciful, even if fired by a comrade. I know it is horrible of me to describe all this, but it is all part, or was all part of the war.
Lt-Col Arthur Floyer-Acland on trench warfare over the winter of 1916-17.
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A soldier wading through the mud in Gird Trench, near Gueudecourt, in December 1916..
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mock-arts · 8 months
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Cover for “The Other Kingdom” by @banhus for the @endlessbigbang
Fic and Art on ao3
In 1916, Roderick Burgess successfully summons Death, and Hob Gadling wakes up in the trenches alongside three dead soldiers.
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sonohtigris · 4 months
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Me to my wife: Hey let's try bedroom role play!
Her: Ooooh what kind.
Me: well I was thinking the inherit eroticism of two soldiers in a trench the night before a push into no man's land.
Her: Omg, yes! You and me are just two soldiers on the front line away from our family. Most of our squad is young men and women barely adults who probably won't live to see 22. We take comfort in each other's presence as the oldest in the squad.
Me: I don't wana die alone and unloved, what are we fighting for are we machines. *slumps into her shoulders*
Her: *gently caresses my face* You're not a machine, not to me.
@themechnamedwarfairy
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cha-mij · 5 months
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Imagine a third Plague Tale where the plot is forward in time and instead of the black death it's trench rats during the First World War.
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victusinveritas · 22 days
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French trench-raider in a gas mask (ammonia soaked rag) posing for a photograph with a revolver and a knife, 1915.
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blackboxfaxes · 8 months
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Assault my base I dare you
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petterwass · 25 days
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"Please come into my parlor", said the Funny Trench Warfare Jerboa, kindly overlooking her minefields and sighting along her prepared machine gun nest
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"Thank you", said the Funny War Crimes Jerboa, "It was very nice of you."
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dead-philosophy · 7 months
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GORETOBER #4 - TRENCH WAR
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scrapironflotilla · 2 months
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Many men stick in the mud from sheer exhaustion toiling up and down and then just fall down and die where they get stuck and they told me one story of a staff officer riding who fell into a shell hole and when he got out he found he had lost hit watch and notebook, so he had the shell hole dragged and they dragged out six bodies of men who had fallen in and been drowned on their way to the trenches. Lieutenant-General Alexander Godley, 26/11/16.
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Concept art of WW1 trench warfare from the game Battlefield 1 (2016)
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weirdstrangeandawful · 8 months
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They were on autopilot basically. Muscles tensing and relaxing in choreographed rhythm. As long as nothing fell out of rhythm they could keep going.
Except something did fall out of rhythm. Hand slipped off the handle, foot missed the spade, compacted mud turned briefly to rock… it could be any number of things. Honestly, they don’t know what it was. Just that the exhaustion had hit them hard enough to knock them down to the ground, like a discarded piece of… something tossed into the trench.
They can hear voices yelling. Yelling at them to get up. To keep going. But they’re too tired to turn and look. To tired to understand. Too tired to hear.
Too tired to breathe.
To survive.
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wastehound-voof · 8 months
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Μνάσεσθαί τινά φαμι καὶ ὔστερον ἀμμέων.**
- Sappho
**I think men will remember us even hereafter.
Men of the British Indian Army were heroes, some recognised but mostly unsung. Their stories and their heroism have long been omitted from popular histories of the first world war (and the second world war).
Approximately 1.3 million Indian soldiers served in World War One, and over 74,000 of them lost their lives. But history has mostly forgotten these sacrifices, which were rewarded with broken promises of Indian independence from the British government as well as inadequate post-war mental health care for those struggling with PTSD.
Khudadad Khan became the first Indian to be awarded a Victoria Cross, the highest honour a soldier can receive on the battlefield. He was a machine gunner with the 129th Baluchi Regiment. A total of 11 Victorian Crosses were won by Indian soldiers. Others are Mir Dast, Shahamad Khan, Lala, Darwan Negi, Gabbar Negi, Karanbahadur Rana, Badlu Singh, Chatta Singh, Gobind Singh and Kulbir Thapa. This is an incredible feat unknown to those unversed in military history. Next to the fearsome Gurkhas, the Indians, especially from the Punjab, have always been recognised as some of the fiercest, brave, and most loyal of fighting soldiers.
The Indian army played a vital role in the victory of 'allies' while India was under the British colonial rule. It provided in large numbers and distinctly to the European, Mediterranean and the Middle East halls of war, obviously from the British side. Whilst its soldiers were fighting in the muddy fields of the Somme and other bloody battlefields of northern France, India itself was struggling for self-rule and dominion status under British, if not for complete freedom.
Sir Claude Auchinleck, Commander-in-Chief of the Indian Army once said "Britain couldn't have come through both wars if they hadn't had the Indian Army." This is painfully true. The myth we tell ourselves is ‘Britain alone’. Yes, that’s true but she wasn’t alone against the dark forces of evil. She had the nations within the empire (and later the commonwealth) standing next to her - the brave servicemen and women drawn from such countries as Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and of course British India. 
Having been raised in both India and Pakistan as a child I had always been aware of the sacrifices the past generations of brave Indians and Pakistanis had made for the British Empire through the deep friendships made with Indian and Pakistani childhood friends and their families, but also through the written words of diaries and private papers of my family that lived and served in India in the 19th and 20th Centuries.
The lack of recognition of the brave and sacrificial contribution of the British Indian soldier in both wars has been something that has always upset me as a travesty of justice and the truth of the historical record. Until recently no acknowledgement in the public consciousness has been widely shared of their bravery and courage in history. Happily things have changed, albeit slowly, with more books and films being produced. But more has to be done.
Lest we forget.
Photo: A French boy introduces himself to Indian soldiers who had just arrived in France to fight alongside French and British forces, Marseilles, 30th September 1914.
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victusinveritas · 8 months
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Hans Larwin - Death Directs the Bullet, 1918
"Franz, for ze last time, lead your shots a little. Like this. Zhen fire."
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