by Bela Zombory-Moldovan; Peter Zombory-Moldovan (Translation, Introduction)
Publisher: New York Review Books Classics (August 5, 2014).
Softcover, 184 pages
Publisher: New York Review Books Classics (August 5, 2014).
Softcover, 184 pages
‘What
are you up to, Drafi?’
He
was about to jump to his feet to report, when the mate spoke up.
‘Sir,
he’s found a potato. He wants to plant it in the ground.’
‘It’s
got such good shoots. It wants to live. I’m going to plant it. It might live
longer than me.’
Poor
Drafi.
The
potato did indeed outlive Drummer Janos Drafi of the Royal Hungarian Army.”
A
brief moment of time with deals with the immediacy of death in World War I,
though the author did not realize it at the time. In fact, in 1914 every side
assumed the whole thing would be over in a few months with their glorious
nation as the absolute victors. With hindsight, we all know that to be
nonsense. The tactics of the time, somewhat left over from the 18th century,
could not overcome advancements in technology. The machine gun overruled
everything.
We
see that idiocy in certain parts of the narrative. Hungarian soldiers were
ordered by their generals not to dig foxholes to hide from incoming shell fire,
because it “smacked of cowardice” and would destroy the discipline of the men.
After a General is killed by a direct shell hit, it seems that the order was
hastily reversed, but not enough entrenching tools were issued. The author
recounts having to hastily dig a foxhole with the top of a biscuit tin. During
this campaign, 80 percent of Hungarian officers were killed.
The author in his uniform |
While
firsthand accounts of life at the front of World War I (or the Great War as
they called it at the time) are somewhat commonplace, ones about the Galician
campaign are rare. In the course of the battle, the Austro-Hungarian armies
were severely defeated and forced out of Galicia, while the Russians captured
Lemberg and, for approximately nine months, ruled Eastern Galicia until their
later defeat.
This
was meant to be an autobiography covering the author’s entire life, but only
the part dealing with 1914 was ever finished. The author died in the late 1940s
when communism had claimed Hungary. The author, an artist, was ousted from
having his work ever displayed again and retreated into solitude to paint by
himself and write this unfinished memoir. It was finally published in 2014- one
hundred years after the events of this book take place.
Hungarian soldiers at the front |
However
the actual events of battle is only covered in one chapter of the book, accounting for a
total of 21 pages, where he suffers a near fatal head wound and spends the rest
of the year recovering. The following six chapters show him traveling about the
country, noting how even at the beginning of the war thing had notably changed,
mostly for the worst.
For more readings, try books by Rex Hurst.
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