If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
—Wilfred Owen, killed in action November 4, 1918, crossing of the Sambre canal
The war to end all wars is now online. Specifically, the human cost of World War I is now accessible electronically, in epistolary form, in advance of the war’s centennial.
For almost a century, the U.K. government has been sitting on top of a grisly and heartbreaking trove of handwritten wills and letters home from soldiers in the world’s first global war—letters undelivered because their writers were killed while in service overseas. As property of the British War Office, they were never delivered. Many soldiers used the remainder of the paper to write letters to loved ones back home, personal notes to those they loved.
Who can tell if that was a blessing or a curse to those left behind that the letters themselves were never delivered?
Unfortunately, each scanned copy a user wishes to download costs £6 each, about $10.
A quarter of those who went to soldier in WWI died. 900,000 British perished between 1914 and 1918. By way of comparison, 116,000 Americans died in the war, along with 62,000 Australians, 18,000 New Zealanders and 67,000 Canadians, 2.5 million Germans, 1.6 million citizens of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and just under 3 million Ottomans, along with many others.
These wills form only part of an archive of 41 million records currently held by the Probate Service since 1858 which are currently being digitized, according to the Justice Ministry’s statement announcing the release of the documents.
The rest of these “wills,” ranging from the Boer War to the Persian Gulf, will ultimately be released in the same way.
One of the greatest things about the Web is the democratization of information, the ability to flatten and shorten the distance between people, institutions and time. Add to that the ability to honor in the most human form, that of the individual voice, those who sacrificed (and were sacrificed) in war, as well as the insight the documents will provide historians around the world, and the Internet almost seems worthwhile.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
H/T Motherboard | Photo by kg12345/Flickr