My war memories, 1914-1918
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- Publication date
- 1919
- Publisher
- London Hutchinson
- Contributor
- Robarts - University of Toronto
- Language
- English
- Volume
- 2
26
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- 2012-11-28 15:07:12
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- urn:oclc:record:1049885851
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- mywarmemories19102lude
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May 20, 2024
Subject: the critic
Subject: the critic
the lowest form of man is the critic. he creates nothing just deconstructs and defames others. a perfect example is the man who left the first review here.
the stab in the back is a myth despite strikes in weapons and armaments factories and a communist revolution taking place. if ludendorff can be blamed for anything its getting no sleep for months on end and driving himself crazy in the process of doing everything in his power for his people and his nation.
the stab in the back is a myth despite strikes in weapons and armaments factories and a communist revolution taking place. if ludendorff can be blamed for anything its getting no sleep for months on end and driving himself crazy in the process of doing everything in his power for his people and his nation.
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June 30, 2021
Subject: Punch-drunk General
August 8th 1918 was the Black Day of the German Army, admitted General Ludendorff, as British tanks rolled unopposed through Amiens. Soon afterwards, he would suffer a nervous breakdown (as not revealed in this memoir), while praising the invincible troops he was still ordering into action, who were actually drunk out of their minds on schnapps (as also not revealed in this memoir), if they had even bothered to come back from leave, that is.
Thus it was, in the last shadow-boxing days of the German Empire, as even Ludendorff’s unflappable boss, Paul von Hindenburg, told the Kaiser that there were no options left, but to hear what the Americans might have to say about it - they, who were now refereeing the match, while still (increasingly) playing on the field.
I suppose there is some kind of fascination in reviewing this weird pantomime, with the high and mighty still posturing in their splendid uniforms that would so soon go on the bonfire. And in the ranks of a particular Bavarian regiment, an unremarkable little corporal, trying to recover from a gas-attack, who would presently team-up with Ludendorff in the failed Munich putsch of 1923. Heigh-ho!
Subject: Punch-drunk General
August 8th 1918 was the Black Day of the German Army, admitted General Ludendorff, as British tanks rolled unopposed through Amiens. Soon afterwards, he would suffer a nervous breakdown (as not revealed in this memoir), while praising the invincible troops he was still ordering into action, who were actually drunk out of their minds on schnapps (as also not revealed in this memoir), if they had even bothered to come back from leave, that is.
Thus it was, in the last shadow-boxing days of the German Empire, as even Ludendorff’s unflappable boss, Paul von Hindenburg, told the Kaiser that there were no options left, but to hear what the Americans might have to say about it - they, who were now refereeing the match, while still (increasingly) playing on the field.
I suppose there is some kind of fascination in reviewing this weird pantomime, with the high and mighty still posturing in their splendid uniforms that would so soon go on the bonfire. And in the ranks of a particular Bavarian regiment, an unremarkable little corporal, trying to recover from a gas-attack, who would presently team-up with Ludendorff in the failed Munich putsch of 1923. Heigh-ho!
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