Monday, May 11, 2015

Canadian Anglican Chaplaincy in the Great War: The Road to Ypres, 1915

 The excellent Great War blog reminded me that 8 May was the 100th anniversary of Frezenberg Ridge, a defensive action during the German offensives in the Ypres Salient when the Princess Patricias Canadian Light Infantry, as part of a British brigade, held the line in a bloody but successful action that the PPCLI remember to this day.

 

 

The Patricias at Frezenberg, as painted by William Barnes Wollen.  Prints of this painting probably hang in every Canadian Army Officers’ Mess across Canada.


This story reminded me that back in late March, when I was very busy finishing my MA thesis, I wrote a piece for the Canadian Armed Forces Anglican Ordinariate newsletter continuing my account of Canadian Anglican padres and what they were doing in the Great War a century ago.   A previous piece, blogged here, describes chaplaincy during training in England at Christmas, 1914.

 

I didn’t blog the subsequent piece I wrote for the Easter newsletter, which takes the account up to Holy Week, 1915, when the Canadian Expeditionary Force was relocating northwards to the Ypres Salient, where they would arrive just in time for the German offensive now known as Second Ypres.

 

While it’s a bit late, here’s the article.

 

Holy Week 1915 saw the 1st Canadian Division finally in France and on the move to the Ypres salient.  Of the thirty-three chaplains who had sailed to England with the First Contingent of the CEF, one would never see action.  


 

Padre George Leycester Ingles, an Anglican, was the victim of an outbreak of spinal meningitis that had afflicted the Canadians during the winter of 1914-15 on Salisbury Plain.  He had “worked unremittingly”, ministering to soldiers in No. 1 Field Hospital.  The Ontario Star reported that he “had been in the habit of reading by the the hour to men of the regiment who were suffering from meningitis”.  It was in the performance of this ministry that Ingles contracted the disease, and died at age 28.  Padre Ingles was born in Toronto in 1886, and was a graduate of Trinity College and General Theological Seminary in New York, serving as a curate at St. George’s, Toronto.  An avid ruby  player and cricketer, before his ordination he had served as a sergeant in the Queen’s Own Regiment, and had gone over to England with them as their chaplain.  He was buried in the church cemetery at Bulford in Wiltshire (Grave Reference 1. 3. 2) and is remembered in the war memorial on the walls of the baptistery at St. Thomas’ Church, Huron Street, Toronto.


One of my CAF Anglican colleagues, Padre Don Aitchinson, informs me that Padre Ingles was also an alumnus of Trinity College School, a boys school in Toronto, and was the first TCS boy to fall in the Great War.  Ingles was at least the sixth generation of his family to have served as clergy in the Church of England.   A previous Rev. Ingles had been headmaster of Rugby School in England in the 1700s.  Ingles had a brother, Major Charles James Ingles, who also went to France as a major in  the 98th Battalion, CEF, from Lincoln/Welland in Ontario, who became adjutant of the 2\0th BN and was wounded on 26 August, 1918.

 

As the First Division prepared to deploy to France, there was a controversy over their established strength of chaplains.  While the British War Office had allowed the Canadians to take eleven chaplains to France (a divisional allotment for the British was five padres), the Senior Canadian Chaplain, Major Richard Steacy, an Anglican, was persuaded to assign only three chaplains to the three frontline infantry brigades.  The remaining eight went to headquarters, artillery and hospital units.  Among the Anglicans going to France with First Division were Steacy, his deputy John Almond who was a veteran of South Africa, Montreal’s Canon Scott, who essentially smuggled himself into the trenches, and Newfoundland’s George Wells.  The remaining twenty-two Canadian chaplains kicked their heels at Shornecliffe Camp in England, under the direction of another Anglican, Frederick Piper.

 

The first Canadian troops to land in France were actually the Princess Patricias Canadian Light Infantry, who had been assigned to a British Division.  They spent the first Christmas of the war in France.  The Canadian First Division began crossing in early February, landing at St. Nazaire as depicted in Edward Bundy’s famous painting.



Canadians landing at St. Nazaire, France, as painted by Edgar Bundy.


The Canadians spent March in Fleurbaix, south of Armentières, learning their new craft under the tutelage of experienced British troops.  

 

That month First Division played a peripheral role in the failed British offensive at Neuve-Chapelle.  While their introduction to the trenches was relatively quiet, it was not without cost.  Of the 18,000 Canadians who were the first in France, March 1915 cost them 68 killed and 210 wounded from snipers, artillery, and small skirmishes.  About 35 men in the Division answered Sick Call each day, many suffering from the effects of long-term exposure to cold and water, a condition known as trench foot, and about 10% of these were evacuated to field hospital  Chaplains too were learning their craft as they ministered to sick and wounded, and buried the first dead.  Already the ludicrously small ratio of a half dozen frontline chaplains to 18,000 soldiers must have been apparent to all who cared to consider it.

 

In late March, First Division became part of the British Second Army and was ordered to relocate to the key Ypres sector of the line, where it went into reserve positions.   By 1 April, elements of the Division had marched to Estaire, a small French town on the River Lys, some distance south of Ypres.  Canon Scott remembers his time in Estaires as one of rest “before the storm”, and described fine spring weather.   For the troops it was a time of some rest, interspersed with regular drills, practice attacks and route marches.   Scott held a Good Friday service on the steps of the Town Hall in Estaires, and struggled to be heard above the sound of “lorries” and a stream of motorcycle dispatch riders.

 

 On Easter Sunday Scott commandeered a hall which had been used as a cinema.  “There was a platform at one end and facing it, rows of benches.  On the platform I arranged the altar, with the silk Union Jack as a frontal and with cross and lighted candles for ornaments.  It looked bright and church-like amide the sordid surroundings.  We had several celebrations of the Holy Communion, the first being at six a.m. A large number of officers and men came to perform their Easter duties.  A strange solemnity prevailed.  It was the first Easter spent away from home; it was the last Easter that most of those gallant young souls spent on earth.  The other chaplains had equally large attendances.  We sang the Easter hymn at each service, and the music more than anything else carried us back to the days that were.” 

 

 

 

 

 

Individual units appear to have observed Holy Week in some fashion.  The War Diary of the 7th CEF, a battalion composed of men from the West Coast (the 7th is perpetuated today as the British Columbia Regiment), indicates that the unit held “divine service” on Good Friday, 2 April, before dedicating the rest of the day to drill and mock attacks.  On Easter Sunday the 7th went to Ploegsteert and La Boutillerie “to place [word indistinct] over graves of those killed in action”.  The next day the men of the 7th were on the road north by 07:00hrs, marching towards Ypres.  Unbeknownst to them, they were also marching to the Calvary of their trial by battle.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Military Picture of the Week

Starting back at this slowly. Amazing photo of the aftermath of contemporary war in Afghanistan from a NYT photographer. Haunting image. MP+

Friday, February 6, 2015

Notable Quotable: Sir Thomas Seaton On The Qualities Needed In A Soldier

Thomas Seaton was a Victorian soldier in the Indian Army, and a veteran of the Indian Mutiny.  His autobiography, From Cadet to Colonel, is available online.

 

I do not, however, consider hunting and shooting as waste of time, but, on the contrary, beneficial to the soldier, inasmuch as such active and manly pursuits prepare men for service in the field. The men wanted to fill commissions in the army are not bookworms, whose strength lies only in their brains, but men with good constitutions, hardy and bold, with a fine hand and a good seat on horseback; a quick eye for the country, fertile in expedients, and well-endowed with common sense. I would back such a man to conduct an expedition, settle and govern any country better than ninety-nine out of the hundred of "competition wallahs." - Major-General Sir Thomas Seaton, K.C.B., Cadet to Colonel, Vol I, 1866


Courtesy of The Regimental Rogue.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Remembering The Four Chaplains

 

A friend of mine reminded me that yesterday, Feb 3rd, was the anniversary of the sinking of the US troopship Dorchester during World War Two in 1943.  This incident made famous the story of the Four Chaplains, a Rabbi, a Roman Catholic priest, and two ministers  (Methodist and a Dutch Reformed).  The story of how they gave up their lifejackets and were last seen, praying and singing as the ship sank in the frigid North Atlantic, is told here.

An American scholar, Kevin M. Schultz (Tri-Faith America:  How Catholics and Jews Held Postwar America to Its Protestant Promise (New York: Oxford University Press, 2011), has noted how this story of cooperation was turned into a symbol of religious pluralism in postwar America by those who wanted Catholics and Jews to enjoy the same privileges as Protestants.   One of the Hollywood studios even considered making a film about the story, but to my knowledge it was never made.

The Four Chaplains are icons of selfless service and interfaith comradeship for all military chaplains.

MP+

(See 

 Kevin M. Schultz, Tri-Faith America:  How Catholics and Jews Held Postwar America to Its Protestant Promise (New York: Oxford University Press, 2011), 5

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Advise and Assist In Iraq, Not Combat, Says Canadian Commander

Image released by Canada’s Department of National Defence, shows Canadian advisors working with Iraqi military personnel.

A few days ago the Military Times noted that “American troops in Iraq appear to be more cautious than Canadians”.  The article noted that while US advisors to the Iraqi military are working at the headquarters level, Canadian Special Forces advisors are working on the front lines, and have exchanged fire with ISIS militants.

Since then, a Canadian Armed Forces spokesman has confirmed that there have been two more firefights between Canadian military personnel and ISIS militants.  The spokesman said that the Canadians, among some 69 Special Forces personnel in Iraq, were “acting in self-defence [and] effectively returned fire, neutralizing the threat”.

On 20 January, General Mike Rouleau, commander of Canada’s Special Forces Command (CANSOFCOM) confirmed that while his personnel, including snipers, had “neutralized” ISIS machine gun and mortar positions, their work was “very much in the advise and assist role”.

At present there are 69 confirmed CANSOFCOM personnel in Iraq, besides a larger number of Royal Canadian Air Force personnel who are also involved in the mission, known as OPERATION IMPACT.

Friday, January 23, 2015

No Stereotypes Here

Oh Canada …..

You may be confusing this lady with Celine Dion’s latest act in Las Vegas.  She’s actually our Miss Canada, competing in the Miss Universe pageant national costumes.  At least she didn’t go dressed as the Alberta Tar Sands.  I’m not sure she’s any less garish than Miss Ireland.  Decide for yourself here.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Vanishing Internet (And Why It Should Be Archived)

I’m currently writing an MA thesis, and as I start piling up the chapters and the footnotes, I find that perhaps a quarter of my citations either include URLs to web-hosted versions of sources that are also available as print sources, or exist exclusively as web-hosted sources.    In “the Cobweb”, an article in this week’s New Yorker magazine’s Annals of Technology series, Jill Lepore notes that the problem with sources hosted on the web is that they don’t stick around as long as we think.  “The web”, she writes, “dwells in a never-ending present.  It is - elementally - ethereal, ephemeral, unstable, and unreliable”.

Lepore talks about something called “link rot”.  Here’s an example from my own research.  Yesterday I was checking a secondary source where the author cited numerous references in the form of URLs hosted on Canada’s Department of National Defence servers.  However, when I checked one of those references, the URL no longer existed.  It had been taken down or overwritten.  The secondary source I was using said at the top of its list of footnotes that “All web citations were active at the time of the writing of this article” or something to that effect, but in the two years since the author had written that article, at least one footnote no longer worked.  Probably more than one no longer worked, if Lepore’s data is right.

 

 

Lepore cites a 2014 Harvard Law School study which found that “more than 70% of the URLs within the Harvard Law Review and other journals, and 50% of the URLs within United States Supreme Court opinions, do not link to the originally cited information”.   Another study suggests that of 3.5 million scholarly articles published in academic journals from science, technology and medicine published between 1997 and 2012, one in five links “suffers from reference rot”.

Libraries have always been subject to attrition, loss, rot and even physical destruction, but somehow they’ve survived and knowledge has been transmitted over time.   To make that transmission easier, scholars invented the footnote.  But now the footnote itself is in danger of being made unstable as more and more knowledge moves to the shifting sands of the internet.

Here’s an example of how the internet vanishes and why its loss matters.   After the downing of the Malaysian Airliner over the Ukraine last summer, we knew that Russian-backed separatists were likely behind it because they boasted of it over social media.  Those media traces were soon scrubbed, but they were captured by self-proclaimed internet archivists. As Lepore puts it, “One day last summer, a missile was launched into the sky and a plane crashed in a field.  “We just drowned a plane,” a soldier told the world.  People fell to earth, their last passage.  Somewhere, someone hit “Save Page Now”.

But, because most pages aren’t saved, knowledge is vanishing, paradoxically, as the capacity of the internet expands.  

These thoughts will remain here until I either delete this blog or some VP at Google decides that Blogger is no longer part of its business strategy, and Blogger, like Geocities before it, is bulldozed.  Just a small example of what Lepore is talking about.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Military Picture Of The Week


Happy New Year.  January’s not over yet so I can say that, since I haven’t posted here since 29 December.  Finishing my MA thesis has taken much of my time but while I have been updating the wargames blog, this one has been awkwardly silent.  Maybe it’s felt too much like work.
At any rate, time to pick things up a bit.  This image from this week’s Foreign Policy The World In Photos This Week caught my attention as a splendid example of how cultural traditions can live on in together with contemporary, utilitarian military uniforms.  The caption reads: “Recruits of the Indian Central Reserve Police Force Constables stand in formation, Jan. 16”.
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The CRPF is a paramilitary organization.  You can see them going through their paces here.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Incarnational Ministry In A "Suicide Wagon": A British Army Padre's Story Of Afghanistan

 

During my time working with the staff of British Army Training Unit Suffield, I was fortunate to get to know many fine padres from the UK’s Royal Army Chaplain’s Department.  Several kept in touch with me once they left Suffield and deployed shortly thereafter to Afghanistan.  This story is from one of them,  who was in Helmand Province sometime in 2013, and I was reminded of it recently while sorting some emails.  It's as good an illustration of the work of an army chaplain as any I can think of, and it’s too good not to share.

  Some time ago, a young man spoke to me about his role as the resupply fuel truck driver.  He makes journeys to forward patrol bases carrying 50,000 litres of fuel and he affectionately referred to his vehicle as the ‘suicide wagon’.  I made a mental note to travel with him on his next trip and, as the Sergeant Major had to cancel his plans at the last minute, I was fortunate enough to take his place alongside the driver only a week later.  We lined up in a convoy of vehicles waiting to leave the base and the conversation went something like this - Me:  “Shall I say a prayer before we go?”  Driver:  “Go on then, when you’re ready, Padre!”

I gave him a set of ‘dog tags’ with a Scripture verse and a cross and these are now hung by their chain from the seatbelt cutters mounted in the cab.  As we chatted the driver asked about my sharing the risks and not carrying a weapon for protection.  (As chaplains we are ordained ministers from our sending Churches and although we wear uniform we are not soldiers and do not bear arms, we are here simply to serve).  I always take the stance that the lads are my protection; “we’ll be alright, Padre” he said, “you’ll see!”

 

The Church calls this ‘Incarnational’ ministry – in the same way that God emptied Himself of all the glory of heaven and lived an earthly life among us as Jesus – so we seek to share the same lives and conditions as those we serve.  That young man is getting married in October at the end of the tour.  He didn’t need me to say I would pray for him, although I do – he needed me to travel with him along the road.  Oh, and he was right too, we were fine!


I’m happy to say that this Padre and the young driver returned safely from their tour.  MP+

 




Wednesday, December 24, 2014

A Canadian Christmas On Salisbury Plain, 1914

 

 

This post is taken from the Advent/Christmas edition of the newsletter of the Anglican Military Ordinariate, for those of the Royal Canadian Chaplain Service of the Canadian Armed Forces from the Anglican Church of Canada.   In each edition I have been writing a piece looking at the ministry of Anglican chaplains in the Great War a hundred years prior to the writing of each newsletter.  This piece focuses on the first Christmas of the Canadian Expeditionary Force overseas. MP+


Christmas On Salisbury Plain, 1914

 

Over thirty thousand Canadian soldiers, most of them living under canvas, spent their first winter of the Great War on Salisbury Plain, a large military training area in the south of England.  George Anderson Wells, who went on to be a famous Bishop, was there as padre to the 6th Fort Garrys, and described the camps as “an endless field of mud” where “tent peg would loosen and the tents blow down in high winds”.   The cold and wet conditions put many on the sick list and claimed some lives due to illness.  Morale was further tested by deficient equipment, including shoddy boots with heels made of compressed paper that simply rotted in the mud.  While few could imagine what lay ahead, this first taste of mud and misery was preparing them all for the trenches in France and Belgium.

 

 

Canadians in the mud on Salisbury Plain, winter of 1914-15 

 

Chaplains busied themselves with visits to the many sick in hospitals and infirmaries, and tried to organize evening concerts and activities to maintain morale.   Many padres found themselves torn in one direction by their allegiances to the powerful temperance movement back in Canada, which was supported by their prohibitionist commander, Sam Hughes, and in the other direction by their soldiers’ frustration with the alcohol ban and the so-called “dry canteens”.   Local pubs in the area tempted many thirsty troops.   In the words of the Official History of the Canadian Army in the First World War, this led to “quarrelsome” and “disorderly” conduct, which was not solved until local villages were placed off limits and “wet canteens” were allowed as per British Army practice.   Problems arising from alcohol and discipline issues must have kept the padres busy indeed.

 

While some men were granted leave in the weeks leading up to Christmas, military training kept up at a brisk schedule all through December.  For example, the War Diary of the 2nd (Eastern Ontario) Battalion mentioned that on 23 December, drills were conducted on The Company In The Attack.  Christmas Day saw some respite.  The War Diary of the 3rd (Toronto) Battalion describes “a holiday [with] no parade of the Bn.”, parties in various Messes, and in the evening “a bon-fire for all ranks and an open air concert” with a special dinner provided by the Toronto City Council. 

 

Unlike their Roman Catholic colleagues, Anglican and other protestant padres could enlist local churches for Christmas services.  Canon Frederick Scott  obtained the loan of the church of St. Mary and St. Melor, Amesbury, from its Rector for a midnight eucharist, and sent notice of the service through his Brigade. 



Interior of the church of St. Mary and Melor, Amesbury, Wiltshire, Diocese of Salisbury, taken 1905

 

Canon Scott describes the service that Christmas Eve.

 

“In the thick fog the men gathered and marched down the road to the village, where the church windows threw a soft light into the mist that hung over the ancient burial ground.  The church inside was bright and beautiful.  The old arches and pillars and the little side chapels told of days gone by, when the worship of the holy nuns, who had their convent there, rose up to God day by day.  The altar was vested in white and the candles shone out bright and fair.  The organist had kindly consented to pay the Christmas hymns, in which the men joined heartily.  It was a service never to be forgotten, and as I told the men, in the short address I gave them, never before perhaps, in the history of that venerable fane, had it witnessed a more striking assembly.  From a distance of nearly seven thousand miles some of them had come, and this was to be our last Christmas before we entered the life and death struggle of the nations.  Row after row of men knelt to receive the Bread of Life, and it was a rare privilege to administer it to them.  The fog was heavier on our return and some of us had great difficulty in finding our lines.” 


Wishing all readers a peaceful and joyous Christmas, and every blessing in the year to come.  Michael+

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