Synopsis
Book by Englund Peter
Extrait
CHAPTER 1
1914
Go to war not for the sake of goods and gold, not for your homeland or for honour, nor to seek the death of your enemies, but to strengthen your character, to strengthen it in power and will, in habits, custom and earnestness. That is why I want to go to war.
KRESTEN ANDRESEN
Chronology 1914
28 June Murder of the Austro-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife in Sarajevo.
23 July Austria-Hungary delivers an ultimatum to Serbia.
28 July Austria-Hungary declares war on Serbia.
29 July Russia mobilises against Austria-Hungary in support of Serbia.
31 July Germany demands that Russia cease mobilisation but Russia continues.
1 August Germany mobilises, as does Russia's ally, France.
2 August German troops enter France and Luxembourg; Russians enter East Prussia.
3 August Germany demands passage for German troops through Belgium. The demand is refused.
4 August Germany invades Belgium. Great Britain declares war on Germany.
6 August French troops enter the German colony of Togoland.
7 August Russia invades German East Prussia.
13 August Austria-Hungary invades Serbia. The campaign is ultimately unsuccessful.
14 August French troops enter German Lothringen (Lorraine) but are pushed back.
18 August Russia invades the Austro-Hungarian province of Galicia.
20 August Brussels falls. German armies sweep south towards Paris.
24 August The Allied invasion of the German colony of the Cameroons begins.
26 August The Battle of Tannenberg begins. The Russian invasion of East Prussia is pushed back.
1 September The Battle of Lemberg begins. It turns into a major defeat for Austria-Hungary.
6 September Start of the Franco-British counter-offensive on the Marne. The German march on Paris is checked.
7 September The second Austro-Hungarian invasion of Serbia begins.
11 September Start of the so-called Race to the Sea in the west.
23 September Japan declares war on Germany.
12 October The first of a series of battles in Flanders begins.
29 October The Ottoman Empire enters the war on the German side.
3 November Russia invades the Ottoman province of Armenia.
7 November The German colony of Tsingtao in China is conquered by Japanese and British troops.
8 November The third Austro-Hungarian invasion of Serbia begins.
18 November The start of an Ottoman offensive in the Caucasus.
21 November British troops occupy Basra in Mesopotamia.
7 December The second battle for Warsaw begins.
Sunday, 2 August 1914
Laura de Turczynowicz is woken early one morning in Augustów
What is the worst thing she can imagine? That her husband is ill, injured or even dead? That he has been unfaithful?
It has been a perfect summer. Not only has the weather been perfect- hot, sunny, wonderful sunsets-but they have also moved into a newly built summer villa, tucked away by the lakes in the beautiful Augustów Forest. The children have played for days on end. She and her husband have often rowed out on the lake during the short, white nights of June to greet the rising sun. "All was peace and beauty...a quiet life full of simple pleasure."
It has to be said that the simplicity of her life is relative. The large villa is superbly furnished. She is surrounded the whole time by servants and domestics, who live in a special annexe. (Each of the five-year-old boys has a nanny and the six-year-old girl has her own governess. The children are taken round in a special pony-trap.) They move in the society of the best noble families in the region. They have spent the winter on the French Riviera. (The journey home was fast and simple: European borders are easy to cross and there is still no need for passports.) They have a number of residences: as well as the summer villa and the big house in Suwalki, they have an apartment in Warsaw. Laura de Turczynowicz, née Blackwell, has a sheltered, comfortable existence. She screams at the sight of a mouse. She is frightened of thunder. She is modest and rather shy. She scarcely knows how to cook.
In a photograph taken a summer or so earlier we can see a happy, proud and contented woman, dark blonde, wearing a wide skirt, a white blouse and a large summer hat. We see someone used to a privileged and tranquil life, and a life that gets steadily better. She is by no means alone in that. Though there have been rumours of unrest and distant misdeeds, she has chosen to ignore them. And she is not alone in that, either.
So it really has been a perfect summer and it is still far from over. This evening they are supposed to be holding a lavish dinner party. But where is her husband? He has been working in Suwalki for several days and should have been back yesterday, in time for the party. They held back dinner for him but he did not arrive. This is not like him at all and she is growing more and more concerned. Where can he be? She waits, watches. Still no sign. She has not been this worried for a long time. What can have happened? She does not fall asleep until it is almost morning.
Laura is woken by a violent banging on the window.
It is four o'clock in the morning.
She leaps up to quieten the noise as quickly as possible, before it wakes the children. She can see a figure down below the window. Her first, confused thought is that it is one of the servants on the way to the market and in need of something-money or instructions, perhaps. To her amazement she is greeted by the pale and earnest face of Jan, her husband's manservant. He passes her a card. The handwriting is her husband's.
She reads: "War is declared. Come immediately with the children. Let the servants pack up what you wish to bring and come on later in the day."
Tuesday, 4 August 1914
Elfriede Kuhr watches the 149th Infantry regiment leaving Schneidemühl
A summer evening. Warm air. Faint music in the distance. Elfriede and her brother are indoors, at home at Alte Bahnhofstrasse 17, but they can hear the sound. It slowly grows louder and they realise what is happening. They rush out into the street and away towards the yellow fortress-like railway station. The square in front of the station is swarming with people and the electric lighting is on-Elfriede thinks that the drab white light makes the leaves on the chestnut trees look as if they are made of paper.
She climbs up on the iron railings that separate the station building from the crowded square. The music is coming nearer. She sees a goods train standing waiting at Platform 3. She sees that the engine is steamed up. She sees that the wagon doors are open and through them she catches a glimpse of reservists, still in civilian clothes, going off to be mobilised. The men lean out and wave and laugh. Meanwhile the sounds of the music are growing louder and louder, ringing out clearly through the air of the summer evening. Her brother shouts: "They're coming! Here comes the 149th!"
This is what everyone has been waiting for: the 149th Infantry Regiment, the town's own unit. They are on their way to the Western Front. "The Western Front"-a very new term indeed, and Elfriede has never heard of such a thing until today. The war is about the Russians, isn't it? Everyone knows that. The German army is mobilising in response to the Russian mobilisation and everyone knows that the Russians are going to attack soon. It is the threat from the east that is occupying the minds of people living here in Pomerania, and Schneidemühl is no exception to that. The Russian border lies less than a hundred miles away and the main railway line from Berlin to Königsberg runs through the town, which will presumably make it a self- evident target for the powerful enemy in the east.
The same thing is true, more or less, of the people of Schneidemühl as of the politicians and generals who, fumbling, groping and stumbling, have led Europe into war: information exists but it is almost always incomplete or out of date, and for lack of facts has been padded out with guesses, suppositions, hopes, fears, idées fixes, conspiracy theories, dreams, nightmares and rumours. Just as in tens of thousands of other towns and villages all over the continent, the picture of the world in Schnei-demühl these days has been formed out of hazy and deceptive material of that kind-rumour, in particular. Elfriede Kuhr is twelve years old, a restless and intelligent girl with sandy- coloured hair and green eyes. She has heard people say that French planes have bombed Nuremberg, that a railway bridge near Eichenried has been attacked, that Russian troops are moving towards Johannisburg, that Russian agents tried to murder the Crown Prince in Berlin, that a Russian spy attempted to blow up the aeroplane factory on the edge of town, that a Russian agent tried to infect the communal water supply with cholera and that a French agent has tried to blow up the bridges over the River Küddow.
None of this is true, but that emerges only later. Just now people seem prepared to believe anything, the more unbelievable the better.
For the people of Schneidemühl, as for the majority of Germans, this is ultimately seen as a defensive war, a war that has been forced on them and which they have no choice but to see through to its conclusion. They and their counterparts in similar towns and villages in Serbia, Austria-Hungary, Russia, France, Belgium and Great Britain are filled with both fear and hope and, not least, with a warm and powerful feeling of self-righteousness because they are now facing a momentous struggle against the forces of darkness. A wave of emotions surges over Schneidemühl, Germany and Europe, sweeping everything and everyone before it. But what we perceive as darkness is to them light.
Elfriede hears her brother shouting and then she sees it for herself. Here they come, row upon row of soldiers in grey uniforms, short boots of pale, unt...
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