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chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

WW1 soldiers had no sense of time due to officers holding all timepieces. They could only vaguely identify seasons by the weather and tell day apart from night, and relied on whistles from the officers to know what to do.

WW1 soldiers would sometimes be forced to make fortifications from all of their possessions, leaving them unarmed and naked in a dirt dugout until they could scavenge supplies from No Man's Land or one of the fellow soldiers they cannibalized for lack of rations.

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Nenonen
Oct 22, 2009

Mulla on aina kolkyt donaa taskussa
Sometimes WW1 soldiers would rise from their dugouts and immediately lose their bearings so traumatically that they would think they were in the middle of a soccer match, having to be guided back by officers.

zoux
Apr 28, 2006

A World Lit Only by Star Shells

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I actually pulled up a PDF copy of the book and found the section:

quote:

The most baffling, elusive, yet in many ways the most significant dimensions of the medieval mind were invisible and silent. One was the medieval man’s total lack of ego. Even those with creative powers had no sense of self. Each of the great soaring medieval cathedrals, our most treasured legacy from that age, required three or four centuries to complete. Canterbury was twenty-three generations in the making; Chartres, a former Druidic center, eighteen generations. Yet we know nothing of the architects or builders. They were glorifying God. To them their identity in this life was irrelevant. Noblemen had
surnames, but fewer than one percent of the souls in Christendom were wellborn. Typically, the rest—nearly 60 million Europeans—were known as Hans, Jacques, Sal, Carlos, Will, or Will’s wife, Will’s son, or Will’s daughter. If that was inadequate or confusing, a nickname would do. Because most peasants lived and died without leaving their birthplace, there was seldom need for any tag beyond OneEye, or Roussie (Redhead), or Bionda (Blondie), or the like.

Their villages were frequently innominate for the same reason. If war took a man even a short distance from a nameless hamlet, the chances of his returning to it were slight; he could not identify it, and find way back alone was virtually impossible. Each hamlet was inbred, isolated, unaware of the world beyond the most familiar local landmark: a creek, or mill, or tall tree scarred by lightning. There were no newspapers or magazines to inform the common people of great events; occasional pamphlets might reach them, but they were usually theological and, like the Bible, were always published in Latin, a language they no longer understood. Between 1378 and 1417, Popes Clement VII and Benedict XIII reigned in Avignon, excommunicating Rome’s Urban VI, Boniface IX, Innocent VII, and Gregory XII, who excommunicated them right back. Yet the toiling peasantry was unaware of the estrangement in the Church. Who would have told them? The village priest knew nothing himself; his archbishop had every reason to keep it quiet. The folk (Leute, popolo, pueblo, gens, gente) were baptized, shriven, attended mass, received the host at communion, married, and received the last rites never dreaming that they should be informed about great events, let alone have any voice in them. Their anonymity approached the absolute. So did their mute acceptance of it. In later ages, when identities became necessary, their descendants would either adopt the surname of the local lord—a custom later followed by American slaves after their emancipation—or take the name of an honest occupation (Miller, Taylor, Smith). Even then they were casual in spelling it; in the 1580s the founder of Germany’s great munitions dynasty variously spelled his name as Krupp, Krupe, Kripp, Kripe, and Krapp. Among the implications of this lack of selfhood was an almost total indifference to privacy. In summertime peasants went about naked.

In the medieval mind there was also no awareness of time, which is even more difficult to grasp. Inhabitants of the twentieth century are instinctively aware of past, present, and future. At any given moment most can quickly identify where they are on this temporal scale— the year, usually the date or day of the week, and frequently, by glancing at their wrists, the time of day. Medieval men were rarely aware of which century they were living in. There was no reason they should have been. There are great differences between everyday life in 1791 and 1991, but there were very few between 791 and 991. Life then revolved around the passing of the seasons and such cyclical events as religious holidays, harvest time, and local fetes. In all Christendom there was no such thing as a watch, a clock, or, apart from a copy of the Easter tables in the nearest church or monastery, anything resembling a calendar.

Generations succeeded one another in a meaningless, timeless blur. In the whole of Europe, which was the world as they knew it, very little happened. Popes, emperors, and kings died and were succeeded by new popes, emperors, and kings; wars were fought, spoils divided; communities suffered, then recovered from, natural disasters. But the impact on the masses was negligible. This lockstep continued for a period of time roughly corresponding in length to the time between the Norman conquest of England, in 1066, and the end of the twentieth century. Inertia reinforced the immobility. Any innovation was inconceivable; to suggest the possibility of one would have invited suspicion, and because the accused were guilty until they had proved themselves innocent by surviving impossible ordeals —by fire, water, or combat— to be suspect was to be doomed.

Trying to name everything wrong with this one passage is a challenge in itself, let alone the rest of the book.

sullat
Jan 9, 2012

Cessna posted:

Did they result to cannibalism due to their lack of 3D vision?

Carpathian front was pretty grim, yeah.

Stairmaster
Jun 8, 2012

I have found something that is incredibly this threads poo poo

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Cessna
Feb 20, 2013

KHABAHBLOOOM

zoux posted:

A World Lit Only by Star Shells

Unironic :golfclap:

zoux
Apr 28, 2006

chitoryu12 posted:

I actually pulled up a PDF copy of the book and found the section:


Trying to name everything wrong with this one passage is a challenge in itself, let alone the rest of the book.

How aware was your average wretch of the larger geopolitical goings on in the world when it wasn't marching through their farm land? I mean, there are a significant number of Americans today who can't name the VP so it wouldn't shock me if James "Little James", Son of James didn't know his Urbans from his Innocents. Or maybe that's just more modern chauvinism and people were actually engaged at the time?

Alchenar
Apr 9, 2008

e: okay so the most obvious thing wrong is that the fact that news was distributed in Latin didn't mean that nobody got it, it meant that there was a class of people in society who knew how to read latin and who's job it was to inform (nay, preach) to the masses.

Stairmaster posted:

I have found something that is incredibly this threads poo poo

https://store.steampowered.com/app/866400/On_The_Western_Front/

Tetris just got real.

SeanBeansShako
Nov 20, 2009

Now the Drums beat up again,
For all true Soldier Gentlemen.

chitoryu12 posted:

WW1 soldiers had no sense of time due to officers holding all timepieces. They could only vaguely identify seasons by the weather and tell day apart from night, and relied on whistles from the officers to know what to do.

WW1 soldiers would sometimes be forced to make fortifications from all of their possessions, leaving them unarmed and naked in a dirt dugout until they could scavenge supplies from No Man's Land or one of the fellow soldiers they cannibalized for lack of rations.

Seriously, we're done. Nothing can top these or the post below now.

Cessna
Feb 20, 2013

KHABAHBLOOOM

chitoryu12 posted:

Trying to name everything wrong with this one passage is a challenge in itself, let alone the rest of the book.

I'm not a Medievalist, but - FFS.

Like I didn't think I could dislike William Manchester even more, but here we are.

Phanatic
Mar 13, 2007

Please don't forget that I am an extremely racist idiot who also has terrible opinions about the Culture series.
Porn was invented only as a way to pay soldiers.

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
Yes, Chartres Cathedral took 18 generations to complete, medieval generations being about a year. (The Cathedral was built over the course of about 25 years), and like all medieval cathedrals, (except, for instance, Amiens Cathedral, where the master builders were Robert de Luzarches and Thomas de Cormont, or Notre Dam, where the master builders were Jean de Chelles and Pierre de Montreuil, or Reims, where the master builder was Hugh Libergier), we will never know the names of anyone who worked on it.

Tevery Best
Oct 11, 2013

Hewlo Furriend

zoux posted:

How aware was your average wretch of the larger geopolitical goings on in the world when it wasn't marching through their farm land? I mean, there are a significant number of Americans today who can't name the VP so it wouldn't shock me if James "Little James", Son of James didn't know his Urbans from his Innocents. Or maybe that's just more modern chauvinism and people were actually engaged at the time?

Engagement has little to do with it. The average serf most definitely knew the name of his feudal lord, because the taxes and other services were demanded in that lord's name. They knew the name of their bishop and pope, because those were routinely mentioned in churches. They probably did not know all that much about the whys of politics, but they had some knowledge things were happening or about to happen because those were debated and discussed in cities, and peasants would go there to sell their goods.

And we know they had some idea what was happening in the wider world, because we know they would do things like stockpile grain when it seemed a war was likely.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

The statement that peasants freely ran around naked in the summer could have easily been disproven by Manchester trying to run through a field naked in the summer. I'd imagine he'd make it 10 yards before suddenly regretting the decision, regardless of whether he has a sense of self that encourages him to wear clothes.

The cannibalism quote:

quote:

Typically, three years of harvests could be expected for one year of famine. The years of hunger were terrible. The peasants might be forced to sell all they owned, including their pitifully inadequate clothing, and be reduced to nudity in all seasons. In the hardest times they devoured bark, roots, grass; even white clay. Cannibalism was not unknown. Strangers and travelers were waylaid and killed to be eaten, and there are tales of gallows being torn down—as many as twenty bodies would hang from a single scaffold—by men frantic to eat the warm flesh raw.

It also repeats a quote from a contemporary source saying "the English don't drink water except for religious reasons". I think a lot of what Manchester did for the less obviously crazy statements was take firsthand sources as fact and do absolutely nothing to check if they were right.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Oh come on.

quote:

Life expectancy was brief; half the people in Europe died, usually from disease, before reaching their thirtieth birthday. It was still true, as Richard Rolle had written earlier, that “few men now reach the age of forty, and fewer still the age of fifty.” If a man passed that milestone, his chances of reaching his late forties or his early fifties were good, though he looked much older; at forty-five his hair was as white, back as bent, and face as knurled as an octogenarian’s today. The same was true of his wife —“Old Gretel, ” a woman in her thirties might be called.



Oliver Reed in his final role, portraying a 45-year-old man.

MikeCrotch
Nov 5, 2011

I AM UNJUSTIFIABLY PROUD OF MY SPAGHETTI BOLOGNESE RECIPE

YES, IT IS AN INCREDIBLY SIMPLE DISH

NO, IT IS NOT NORMAL TO USE A PEPPERAMI INSTEAD OF MINCED MEAT

YES, THERE IS TOO MUCH SALT IN MY RECIPE

NO, I WON'T STOP SHARING IT

more like BOLLOCKnese
To be fair Ollie Reed is probably not the best example for how to age gracefully

SeanBeansShako
Nov 20, 2009

Now the Drums beat up again,
For all true Soldier Gentlemen.
That man was a party animal.

Trin Tragula
Apr 22, 2005

Perestroika posted:

With all this WW1 talk, that reminds me of something I was wondering about before: Just how important was the average rifleman during a defensive action? In the stereotypical portrayals, you basically have hundreds of dudes standing shoulder to shoulder in the foremost trench on the firing step with their rifles at the ready to beat off the slavering Hun/perfidious Albishman. But with all this talk about rushing into and out of dugouts and suchlike, it seems like it might be undesirable to need so many dudes to supply the bulk of your defensive firepower. So under that perspective, it seems like it might be a better idea rely primarily on a relatively small number of machine guns to provide your defensive firepower while holding the riflemen back in case of a counterattack.

So how did that actually turn out in reality, particularly in the more established and long-term parts of the line?

The First World War is mostly about throwing explosives at people. In this context, riflemen, particularly with bayonets fixed, can be only slightly unfairly described as being most useful protecting the guy who's throwing the grenades (this is where that extremely bitter debate about "musketry is overrated" vs "Standards Must Be Maintained" comes from). Trench combat was very often not about hand-to-hand with bayonets and shovels, but bombing fights between two adjacent fire-bays, praying that the other guy's arm got tired or ran out of bombs first; these could go on for many hours or even days at a time.

edit:

Stairmaster posted:

I have found something that is incredibly this threads poo poo

https://store.steampowered.com/app/866400/On_The_Western_Front/

I'll be in my bunk

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

quote:

The story was often told of the peasant in the city who, passing a lane of perfume shops, fainted at the unfamiliar scent and was revived by holding a shovel of excrement under his nose.

I'm pretty sure Manchester took a medieval joke seriously.

zoux
Apr 28, 2006

MikeCrotch posted:

To be fair Ollie Reed is probably not the best example for how to age gracefully

He’s actually 38 in that photo

Milo and POTUS
Sep 3, 2017

I will not shut up about the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I talk about them all the time and work them into every conversation I have. I built a shrine in my room for the yellow one who died because sadly no one noticed because she died around 9/11. Wanna see it?

Cessna posted:

I can believe it. You aren't going to be sticking your head out of a trench to take long-range shots at the enemy anyway; they'll just shoot you with a machinegun or a sniper will get you before you get a shot off. And when it comes to clearing trenches on an assault, that rifle isn't going to be taking long-range shots. Instead you'll be using it with a bayonet, or you'll be fighting with grenades, sharpened shovels, and brass knuckles.



Actual trench fighting back then was so loving nuts.

Mantis42
Jul 26, 2010

chitoryu12 posted:

I'm pretty sure Manchester took a medieval joke seriously.

"The medieval world was fraught with seemingly random acts of violence and terror. One Hungarian peasant reported being stopped by an band of armed Tartars one day. Humiliating, the lead warrior forced the Hungarian to cradle his scrotum while he violently ravished the man's wife. While the modern reader is no doubt troubled by this, the peasant, we are told, experience great elation afterwards for, having deliberately performed his duty poorly, the Tartar had walked away with 'duste on thine ballsack'. Such was the highest victory a peasant could experience in those days."

ilmucche
Mar 16, 2016

Milo and POTUS posted:

Actual trench fighting back then was so loving nuts.

From what little I've seen in like all quiet and whatever it seems like complete chaos and a big healthy dose of luck that you didn't get shot/blown up/stabbed in the back while repeatedly hand to hand fighting people.

Jack2142
Jul 17, 2014

Shitposting in Seattle

This is clearly bullshit, but an easy example of people being able to figure out who the king was, but also because for the most part outside of a few exceptions like the Emperors of Byzantium, the Medieval Kings would constantly be traveling around their realm with an itinerant court until the tail of the period. Some of the Holy Roman Emperors were pretty much non-stop wandering across their lands from Sicily to Saxony. Look at how many modern people turn out for HoS rallies when they bother to leave the capital.

Jack2142 fucked around with this message at 05:15 on Oct 12, 2018

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
Another thing is that parochial is different than stupid. There's a story about the Decembrist revolt in Russia, that the Decembrist officers had their troops (who were mostly peasant conscripts) cheer the slogan "Constantine and Constitution", and that a bunch of them thought that "Constitution" was the name of Constantine's wife. It's probably not a true story, though.

It's probably possible that there were medieval peasants who didn't know who the king was, but most medieval peasants didn't really need to know who the king was. Who the king was, in general, didn't have that much to do with the peasant's life. Part of the problem in looking at premodern governance is that we tend to look at things through the lens of the modern state. It's a mistake, because the modern western state is so much bigger and so much more intrusive than the state was in the middle ages.

Something worth reading, although it's not a look at the state in the middle ages, but instead a theory of the 20th century state is Joel Migdal's 1985 book "Strong Societies and Weak States: State-society Relations and State Capabilities in the Third World", which is a look at the role of the state in various Asian, African, and Latin American countries. It's a look at state institutions in rural communities, and how the function of the local state agency a lot of times differs from its intended role. His argument is that you can have a state that, while it claims jurisdiction over a lot of territory, only can really exercise authority over the capital and urban centers. If you go into rural areas, there are strong established local communities and power bases that have traditionally exercised authority, and they can co-opt state functions. So the book looks at the relationship between state power and traditional authority, and how, a lot of times, it's only by breaking traditional power structures that the state can assume authority.

JcDent
May 13, 2013

Give me a rifle, one round, and point me at Berlin!
Made this ages ago:

Alchenar
Apr 9, 2008

A statistically significant number of people right now couldn't name their HoS.

GotLag
Jul 17, 2005

食べちゃダメだよ
A Virginia man who was playing a Medieval knight impaled and killed himself with his 7-foot-long lance during a reenactment performance.

Vincent Van Goatse
Nov 8, 2006

Enjoy every sandwich.

Smellrose

Alchenar posted:

A statistically significant number of people right now couldn't name their HoS.

Can't, or don't want to admit it?

Kemper Boyd
Aug 6, 2007

no kings, no gods, no masters but a comfy chair and no socks

Finally found something that's not found in Surviving Edged Weapons.

Cessna
Feb 20, 2013

KHABAHBLOOOM

chitoryu12 posted:

Oh come on.




Oliver Reed in his final role, portraying a 45-year-old man.



Clearly legit. This guy is 27!

bewbies
Sep 23, 2003

Fun Shoe


the two oldest infantry captains in the ETO discuss tactics and strategy

ltkerensky
Oct 27, 2010

Biggest lurker to ever lurk.

Cessna posted:

Did they result to cannibalism due to their lack of 3D vision?

That's silly. 3D had been invented almost 50 years ago by then, in the late stages of the American Civil War.

They were still working on the "color" thing, though, so it was all black and white.

Clarence
May 3, 2012

InAndOutBrennan posted:

I'm the officer with the sharp haircut.

That's not an officer, that's the RSM. He works for a living!

ToxicFrog
Apr 26, 2008


I just finished reading Shadow Divers by Robert Kurson, a book about the discovery, exploration, and identification of a previously unknown (or rather, previous believed to have been sunk elsewhere) U-boat off the coast of New Jersey. Focuses a lot on deep-water wreck penetration diving (and how insanely dangerous it is), but also devotes several chapters to the process of research that identified the sub, and the last patrol of the submarine itself. Would highly recommend.

I can do a writeup on it if people are interested; for anyone who wants to do their own reading, it's U-869.

Nenonen
Oct 22, 2009

Mulla on aina kolkyt donaa taskussa

ltkerensky posted:

That's silly. 3D had been invented almost 50 years ago by then, in the late stages of the American Civil War.

They were still working on the "color" thing, though, so it was all black and white.

The colored version was known as 3/5D.

feedmegin
Jul 30, 2008

Clarence posted:

That's not an officer, that's the RSM. He works for a living!

There's an O in NCO you know :)

zoux
Apr 28, 2006

ToxicFrog posted:

I just finished reading Shadow Divers by Robert Kurson, a book about the discovery, exploration, and identification of a previously unknown (or rather, previous believed to have been sunk elsewhere) U-boat off the coast of New Jersey. Focuses a lot on deep-water wreck penetration diving (and how insanely dangerous it is), but also devotes several chapters to the process of research that identified the sub, and the last patrol of the submarine itself. Would highly recommend.

I can do a writeup on it if people are interested; for anyone who wants to do their own reading, it's U-869.

Hoisted by its own petard -_-

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Trin Tragula
Apr 22, 2005

Clarence posted:

That's not an officer, that's the RSM. He works for a living!

The RSM, as he will be only too happy to remind you in a very loud voice, is a Warrant Officer Class 1 by rank, and you most definitely will call him Sir, you 'orrible individual.

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