In Remembrance [Reposted]
[Chris here] From a year ago. Still a great post.
via img.groundspeak.com Source - includes close ups of dedications
In a small village called Meriden in the centre of England there is a war memorial decicated as follows:
In lasting memory of those Cyclists who died in the Great War 1914 - 1919
In Remembrance of those Cyclists who gave their lives in World War II 1939 -1945.
Whilst reading the Nov Procycling I was moved by their tribute to cyclists who had been lost to the First World War. It transpires the 1914 Tour started the same day Archbishop Franz Ferdinand was shot, and within two weeks of it's end Europe was at war. By it's end over 50 road racers had died, including three Tour winners, a Giro winner and Classic winners. The toll amongst track cyclists was much greater, with many Olympic and six day champions lost.
The more well known names are Tour winners Francois Faber, Octave Lapize, Lucien Petit-Breton. Others include the youngest ever TdF entrant (17yrs old when riding in 1904) Camille Fily, Emile Engel - winner of stage 3 of the 1914 Tour and teammate of winner Thys - who died two months later at Marne, and Giro/Lombardy winner Carlo Oriana.
Continued on the flip.
An hour or so later of googling and surfing a very different picture of cyclists in the War emerges. One forgets that this was the war that started with Cavalry regiments and ended with tanks and airbourne machine guns. At the start of/during the War the armies of Belgium, France, Germany, Italy, Australia, New Zealand, UK, Canada all had Cyclist Corps (originally usually allied with their Cavalry) and the bicycle was very much a military vehicle.
For example the Belgian army at the start of the war is listed as including:
The Cavalry Division had two brigades, one cyclist battalion, one
artillery group of three batteries, one cyclist pioneer and pontoon company, and
one divisional transport corps.
The Belgian cyclists were in the thick of the action from the very first days of the war. See here The role of the various cyling corps were many and varied from message running, cable laying, transportation, to scouting and reconaisance etc etc. with one of the more extraordinary being this:
In 'Passchendaele', by Nigel Steel & Peter Hart (pages 217-220), there are a number of quotes from Private V. R. Magill, Cyclist Battalion, XVIII Corps.
Magill is talking about heading out into no-man's-land at night, along with other Cyclists and protected by parties of other infantry units, to 'plant' dummies of British soldiers.
After planting these dummies a number of the Cyclists, including Magill, stayed out in no-man's-land to pull lengths of line attached to the dummies making them appear, to the Germans, as if they were an attacking force. After a bombardment the lines were pulled, the dummies rose and the Germans fired away at what they thought were attacking troops, then came the next British bombardment hitting the German in their trenches.
Much better descriptions than I could provide abound on the net. Some I found include
Canadian Cycling Corps - the so called Suicide Battalions.
Australian CC and the New Zealand CC
An excellent overview of how cycling was affected at Cycling Revealed
Which brings us back to the Monument. The work of the various Cycling Corps much have been much appreciated as the monument exists because of the (cycling) public. The Meriden Village magazine provides a brief history of the monument
After an idea by the late Mr. ‘Biddy’ Bidlake, an executive committee was formed in 1919, and in less that a year £1,200 was raised from cyclists and cycling organizations throughout Britain.
The obelisk was built on a concrete base with a concrete column; the column is thirty feet high and is faced with Cornish granite.
On May 21st 1921 in the radiance of the lowering sun at six o’clock before an estimated assembly of 20,000 cyclists, Lord Birkenhead, the Lord Chancellor unveiled the memorial. The keynote of the whole memorial service was to be simplicity and strength without ornament and this is still the tone today.
The Green was packed as far as the eye could see, the throng overflowed on both sides of the highway, all traffic ceased. The visiting cyclists had parked their machines in adjacent meadows. Buglers sounded the last post. After the commemoration service the Reverend R.J. Bouchier, who had been a most generous patron of the memorial fund read a simple dedicatory prayer. Following the dedicatory prayer the school children led the singing of the Doxology to the tune of the Old Hundredth. The pronunciation of the Benediction concluded the official service. What followed was an informal wreath laying at the foot of the memorial by representatives of the various clubs and organizations including the CTC, NCU and the many district associations of the CTC. Amongst the wreaths was a touching floral dedication made up from the racing wheel from the cycle of an unnamed hero fallen during the Great
War. A service has been held every year since the unveiling, with the highest attendance in the 1920’s and 1930’s.
It is worth noting that the Memorial service at Meriden is still one of the largest gatherings of cyclists in the country.
In 1963 a bronze plaque was added to the memorial to commemorate all the cyclists who died during World War II. Now in later years the service has been modified to commemorate all cyclists killed in active service for their country.
This Pathe newsreel shows thousands attending in the 1930s, and the service is still held in May each year - organised by the local cycling club.
Why put the memorial in Meriden - the reasoning was as it is the (nominal) centre of England, putting the monument there made it possible for the for the maximum number of people to be able to cycle to it.
After the War the cycle as a military vehicle was superseded in the main, but a lasting tribute to men of these regiments remains, one by cyclists for cyclists.
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Lest we forget...
What a lovely thing to do Andrew… many of my rels spent time on leave or in hospital in England during both wars… although I don’t think there were any cyclists among them…
"How strange it was to see men doing something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant." Tim Winton, 'Breath'
Thinking that this Famous Poem is also worth a read.. We will remember them, Lest We Forget.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)

"the rest was over 30. And that doesn't mean old and useless, but experienced and with the stamina"
Jens! Voigt, Crit Intl Interview, 2009
So much beautiful poetry
In France’s tranquil evening light the grey phantoms rise
-a thrush-like clink of plate and mug, a laugh, a whistle;
nasal orders start the toil. Great-coated bodies tumbling
others into holes. The coat that kept the mammal warmth within
is snatched back as they fall, lie crumpled like shot grouse.
- Our fathers: did they dream as yabbying boys on
their farms in Deniliquin, Horsham, Scotshead, Yass,
of so deep a subsoil waiting for their bones?
So many lads they planted in those weeks -
if men could turn to hazels, as in myth,
these fields would copse impenetrable with boughs
that sob and shed black tears on breaking. Mark O’Connor
"How strange it was to see men doing something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant." Tim Winton, 'Breath'
Thanks so much for that..
poignant and fascinating
"If I were World Road Race Champion, I would wear black shorts. That probably has more to do with me being on the wiser side of 30 and understanding better that the decisions I make now never really go away. White shorts would not be something I'd be proud of...." - David Millar, in Rouleur.
Lovely tribute--thanks.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now 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.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of the boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
— Wilfren Owen (killed in the War a week before it ended — the Armstice bells were ringing when his mother got the telegram informing her of his death)
It was just a long race--Edvald Boasson Hagen, on the Giro
Can't tell you how many times I've taught this...
"How strange it was to see men doing something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant." Tim Winton, 'Breath'
Moving on from poetry,
listen to A Shropshire Lad (set to AE Houseman’s poems), a song cycle by George Butterworth who died at the Somme aged 31. The cycle itself is like an elegy for lost youth, made all the more poignant by what happened to the composer only four years later. It’s utterly beautiful music. His body was never recovered; very few knew that one of the finest British composer of his generation had been lost. I find it heartbreaking.
"If I were World Road Race Champion, I would wear black shorts. That probably has more to do with me being on the wiser side of 30 and understanding better that the decisions I make now never really go away. White shorts would not be something I'd be proud of...." - David Millar, in Rouleur.
Of course Holland had a cycling corps, too
True
They were still around for WW2, not sure if there were any casualties but apparently they were involved in the Grebbeberg skirmish.
More photos: http://images.google.com/images?q=regiment%20wielrijders
Videos of a modern day “bicycle band”: http://www.youtube.com/CrescendoMedia
That's an art! Cycling and playing an instrument at the same time... very cool
The pictures made me smile…
"How strange it was to see men doing something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant." Tim Winton, 'Breath'
Terrific post, and comments.
Much appreciated.
I mean uh... hasn't that ever occurred to you, man? Sir?
Thanks for the post.
Inspired me to read my grandfathers letters home from WWI.
"Drawing on my fine command of language I said nothing."- Groucho
As a veteran of two wars and 18+ years and with relatives serving in every major
Conflict dating back to the American War of Independence, I don’t think I have ever thought about the war from this perspective. While there were cyclists lost during the war, the part to remember is that they are veterans first and cyclists a very very distant second. Today is about Veterans, not cycling.
If I just had one more gear, I...
Great post
Today is the day when we honor those veterans who served and sacrificed but also curse those in power whose lack of creativity and compassion and humanity resulted in their service and sacrifice.
really nice post
we stopped by a remembrance event on our morning ride, and it gave me pause to remember my step-grandfather, who was with the 2nd London Division of Army Cyclists Corps and survived the worst battles and trench warfare of WWI. and as we used to say in my activist days, to remember is to end all war – if only that were true.
WWI Memorials a striking thing in Great Britain
Traveling in England and mainly Scotland and being American, one of the things I noticed immediately as different from home was that there was a World War I memorial in almost every town big or small. The WWII memorial plaques being tacked on to it. There were a very big number of names on those memorials for the size of the towns. I don’t think we appreciate here in the US how deadly World War One was to western european boys and young men specifically.
We have veterans memorials all over the U.S. but the fact that all these towns put them up for that war is striking and a grim reminder. We celebrate veterans on this day because of those people.
Canada too
never thought of it as being any different elsewhere, pretty much every town/city has a memorial (or more than one) to those from that place who were lost in WWI/II.
I think it's the sheer amount of devastation for many Euro countries
that makes these monuments so ubiquitous and sad
for example 15% (!!) of the French Population was killed or wounded in WW1 – not hard to understand why they are generally anti-war
Moo
Australia does too. Every little country town has a memorial
with names inscribed. What always seems saddest are the names repeated … often brothers, sometimes more than one generation of the same family.
"How strange it was to see men doing something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant." Tim Winton, 'Breath'
There are some here
It’s fair to say that it is less common here in the United States than in Britain and Western Europe. But we do have quite a few – and they follow a similar pattern to the British and European memorials, typically an obelisk with the names listed. There’s one down the road from me, actually.
After World War I, there was a strong movement, especially in Britain, to create memorials to the war dead, and committees of volunteers would go to the battlefields – as well as in the local towns – to plant gardens and create the monuments. The monument did – and for many still do – attained a spiritual significance akin to religious icons.
Certainly, Britain and Western Europe experienced the Great War more immediately than Americans did, and it had a deeper influence on popular culture and psychology. Americans mostly fought World War I from a distance, and fewer American soldiers fought and died in the trenches of Ypres, Verdun, and the Marne. In the main, Americans viewed the war as a European affair and the reaction took the form of isolationism rather than the pacifism that took hold among many in Britain and Europe. Americans didn’t quite have the same sense of the Great War as a rupture in history, it was something that happened “over there” and if there was a lesson, it was to pull up the drawbridges and withdraw from the Old War’s affairs. By the early 1940s, long before Pearl Harbor, the raging undeclared naval war in the North Atlantic put an end to that illusion, though Roosevelt and those close to him had never much believed in America’s isolation from Europe anyway.
If Americans didn’t – and don’t – have the same connection to the Great War’s dead, the wars of the latter part of the twentieth century have certainly left their marks, though in a different way, of course.
In this day and age it's hard to imagine
why my grandfather and three of his brothers signed on very early in World War One. The ‘Mother Country’ had a powerful hold… even at so great a distance. Interestingly, that war is still represented as Australia coming of age on a world stage. It’s a bugger of a way to have people notice you. But it means that like many others memorials in Europe like the Menin Gate and Villiers Bretonneux hold a special place in our hearts.
"How strange it was to see men doing something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant." Tim Winton, 'Breath'
They were hardly the only ones
It was their generation’s great adventure, their great chance to be men. At least, it was at the start.
thanks gav
for the explanation – I find it interesting to note how even those countries on the “same side” can have such differing perspectives of history; for example, the influence of certain events on popular culture/psychology as you note (not that one perspective is any better or worse than another, just simply different based on numerous factors). I think the Canadian and Australian perspectives on WWI are similar in the sense of “coming of age on a world stage” as Seahorse notes (Vimy Ridge for us particularly), and much closer to the British and European perspectives than to the American one thanks to our Commonwealth connections. Even the different nomenclature (Armistice Day, Remembrance Day, Veterans Day) suggests a slightly different focus in different countries, but obviously the same overall message.
(on another WWI note, I was fascinated earlier this year by the number of people paying respects to Harry Patch, the last British WWI veteran)
Yes, it is interesting
I always find the differences very striking, because I would expect more of a common experience – allies, common language, etc. But for World War I, the perspectives are quite different.
My feelings too. Well done.
A cool war story: Gino il Pio…
Bartali continued with the Assisi Underground. In 1943, he led Jewish refugees towards the Swiss Alps himself. He cycled pulling a wagon with a secret compartment, telling patrols it was just part of his training. Bartali told his son Andrea only that “One does these things and then that’s that”.
My favorite part is that he ran documents to the Italian Resistance, but the fascists wouldn’t hassle him when he rode by because of the discontent it would cause.
Lotta heroes, and not because they rode bikes.
"Harder! Better! Faster! Stronger!" Philippe Gilbert
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Great War poets etc
Wilfred Owen is the best known of the WWI poets (an article in The Telegraph by broadcaster Jeremy Paxman here), lots more about Owen, Sassoon and co. at http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/
That site also has a section on Harry Patch, one the three last Great War veterans to living in Britain who died earlier this year (BBC news: Armistice Day 2009). Harry was featured on a touching TV programme made not long before he died, aged 111. There’s an earlier slideshow accompanied by Harry speaking here.
First World War in literature – loads of links to useful and interesting info:
http://www.literaryconnections.co.uk/resources/ww1.html
The annual ceremony at the Cenotaph in London’s Whitehall on the nearest Sunday to 11th November is always covered on the BBC, and a 2 minute silence is observed at 11 o’clock on the 11th. As was said further up, WWI was a gruesomely cataclysmic event that rocked most of Europe. In the early days young men, even boys as young as 14, signed up willingly to this great ‘adventure’, thinking it would be over by Christmas 1914. At its conclusion people really thought it was “the war to end all wars”, though sadly that wasn’t to be the case. It’s almost impossible to communicate the impact of that war on a whole nation’s psyche – even for those like me not born until 50 years later – to a country geographically and politically cut off from the full effect of what happened.

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