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That's 20% off your first purchase with Code Short History at LiquidIV. It's Saturday 1st July 1916, just before half past seven in the morning in an Allied trench along the River Somme in northern France, the middle of the First World War. Down in his dugout with the rest of his battalion is Johnny Jackson, a 19 year old British soldier. As he grips a trench ladder, his head thumps with the skull rattling percussion of shellfire, an incessant soundtrack. For most of the last week. His own side have been bombarding The German positions two or 300 yards away, ready for a big advance. It's a dry, bright day and Johnny is sweating in his regulation woolen uniform. On his head is a wide, brimmed round steel helmet and his legs are wrapped in long strips to stave off the dreaded trench foot that breaks down skin through exposure to the cold and wet. He chews his lip. The moment is almost at hand. The grand attack is designed to knock the Germans out of the Somme region, loosening their hold on France. Johnny's heard it could even win the war for the Allies and send the Germans with their tails between their legs back through France and Belgium. The Tommies, as the ordinary British soldiers are known, have been told by their senior officers that the artillery will have worked its magic. Over a million and a half shells have been sent over this last week. Word is there won't be a German left for miles. The Tommies will simply walk through the now deserted German lines with a cavalry sweeping in behind. Suddenly all goes eerily quiet and there's just the sound of the gentle breeze or the nervous breathing of the soldiers. Johnny is grateful to have had a tot or two from the flagon of rum delivered to his dugout yesterday. A little extra ration to steady the nerves. He thinks of his mom and dad back home and of his sweetheart, Elsie. Last night he wrote them all letters, just in case. But knowing he must stay focused, he glances at his commanding officer, who has a whistle poised at his lips now. The officer takes a final glance at his watch and then puffs out his cheeks and blows the sign to go over the top. Unhesitatingly, the men clamber out of the trench, their guns and bayonets style slung across their backs. Someone hoofs a football into the distance, a target for them all to focus on. In one great single line. They march towards the enemy trenches. But at once Johnny's ears fill with the dreaded rattle of machine gun fire and bullets whistle past his head. The artillery cannot have done its job. The men are sitting ducks. Everywhere Johnny looks, men fall, some dying instantly, others wounded, collapsing in spasms of pain, their shrieks inescapable. Johnny goes on, staring into the distance. Up ahead, a great wall of densely knotted barbed wire is so thick it seems almost to be black. He sees a hare, panic stricken as it runs, looking for an escape route. And then at that moment, Johnny is knocked off his feet, struck by a bullet to his shoulder. The pain takes a moment to register as he sprawls on the earth. All around is a hell of fire and smoke and stink. But for a brief few seconds, calm descends upon him as he thinks of Elsie. His eyes close under the glare of the sun and then unconsciousness overtakes him. The Battle of the Somme was supposed to be the joint British French offensive that would knock Germany out in Western Europe and win the First World War. Really a string of battles. It involved everything from cavalry charges to the use of poison gas, air reconnaissance and the debut of the tank. The intention was to blast a hole through the encamped German army over 25 miles of front, forcing the German line backwards and severely denting their foothold in the country. But after a series of deadly skirmishes spread over five months, resulting in over 300,000 deaths and many more injuries, the Allies had pushed the German line back a mere six miles. On the first day alone, over 19,000 British soldiers were killed and more than 57,000 wounded. The single bloodiest day in British military history. So what was the Allied war plan? And how did it fail so spectacularly in its original aims? What was its significance to the future progress of the conflict and at what cost. I'm John Hopkins from Neuse. This is a short history of the Battle of the Somme. It's 5 August 1914. In Westminster, London, The British Prime Minister Herbert Asquith rises to his feet to address a solemn House of commons. Since 11 o' clock last night, he gravely pronounces, a state of war has existed between Germany and ourselves. His words come after five weeks of frantic international wrangling and usher in what will become known as the First World War. Events began to spiral back on 28 June in faraway Sarajevo. On that day, a young Bosnian Serb nationalist, Gavrilo Princip, assassinated the visiting Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir presumptive to the Austro Hungarian throne. What might have been a little local trouble in the Balkans escalated dramatically as the great powers of Europe were drawn into events on rival sides, thanks to alliances struck over recent decades. Mighty Austria Hungary held Serbia responsible for the assassination and declared war on the little kingdom. That prompted Russia to come to Serbia's defence, which in turn caused Austria, Hungary's ally Germany to declare war on Russia. France then entered the conflict in support of its ally Russia. And when Germany attacked France through neutral Belgium, it aggravated British fears of German ambitions to rule the continent. Amid pressure from France and Russia, Asquith saw no option but to join the fray. So by the end of August, the Allied powers of France, Britain and Russia are ranged against the so called central Powers of Germany, Austro Hungary and the Ottoman Empire. Many more countries in Europe and beyond will be sucked into the conflict before its end. But by August, the major battle lines are drawn. The Central Powers prepare to battle the French and British on a western front and the Russians on an eastern front, focusing westward. First, Germany plans to sweep through neutral Belgium and down into France, where it can encircle Paris, paralyze the French and and prevent the British from moving in. By displacing the French from their frontier fortifications, the Germans hope they can eliminate the nation as a meaningful force within 40 days. By the end of August, all seems to be going well for the Germans, who are firmly encamped in French territory. French and British forces are consistently pushed back until the French register a victory in September. Halting their retreat. German hopes of a speedy victory collapse. Instead, the war turns into one of attrition. Over recent years, there have been dramatic innovations in the machinery of war, from barbed wire to machine guns and even more powerful artillery. Developments that have made it easier for armies to dig in and hold defensive positions than to actively make ground. By the year's end, the two sides face each other from entrenched positions that run continuously from the North Sea coast at the western edge of belgium, down over 400 miles through France to the Swiss border. But with neither side able to gain a decisive upper hand, deadly battles are fought for minuscule gains. Before long, new horrors emerge as poison gas is used in earnest for the first time in conflict, it's clear that the widely held belief that this might all be over by Christmas was mere fantasy. Leaders on all sides recognize that they're in for the long haul, and countries with histories of antagonism now find themselves standing as one against a common foe. Historian Alex Churchill is director of the Great War Group and the author of several books on the war, including Somme 141 days, 14 lives and the forthcoming Ring of A New People's History of the World at War, 1914.
