The WWI Diary of Ernst Jünger Newly Published Memoir Recalls Horror of Western Front

One of the most graphic accounts of World War I, the diary of German author Ernst Jünger, has been published for the first time. Its dispassionate description of life and death on the Western Front is a cold indictment of war -- even though Jünger embraced the conflict throughout as a glorious test of manhood.

August 26, 1916, Guillemont, Somme region, northeastern France:

"In front of my hole lies an Englishman who fell there yesterday. He is fat and bloated and has his full pack on and is covered in thousands of steel blue flies."

July 1, 1916, Monchy, near Arras:

"In the morning I went to the village church where the dead were kept. Today there were 39 simple wooden boxes and large pools of blood had seeped from almost every one of them, it was a horrifying sight in the emptied church."

March 22, 1918, Vraucourt

"... there was a bang and he fell covered in blood with a shot to the head. He collapsed into his corner of the trench and remained there with his head against the wall of the trench, in a crouching position. His snoring death rattle came at lengthening intervals until it stopped altogether. During the final twitches he passed water. I crouched next to him and registered these events impassively."

Shortly ahead of the 92nd anniversary of the Nov. 11, 1918 armistice that ended World War I, one of the most graphic and comprehensive descriptions of the conflict has been published for the first time -- the war diaries of the author Ernst Jünger, a lieutenant in the German infantry who fought from shortly after the outbreak in August 1914 until August 1918, three months before its end, when he was shot through the lung. It was his seventh wound. Jünger only died in 1998, at the age of 102.

The diary written in 15 notebooks -- Jünger wrote later that he couldn't remember if the stains on them were blood or red wine -- were the basis for his book "In Stahlgewittern," or "Storm of Steel," a deeply controversial reminiscence first published in 1920 that glorified the war as purifying test of individual and national strength. He became an icon for conservative nationalists after the war and the Nazis celebrated him as a hero. But he kept them at a distance and declined to join the party.

Diary Covered 3 Years and 8 Months of Fighting

Jünger kept on refining "Storm of Steel" with increasingly poetic passages to satisfy his literary pretensions. But the newly published diary is a raw, factual record of events written down hours or days at most after they occurred. It offers a clear view of life and death in the trenches seen by a soldier who was in the thick of it for most of the war that shaped the 20th century. Jünger's widow, Liselotte Lohrer, only gave permission last year for it to be published. She died this year.

"I am not aware of any comparable diary, either in German, French or English, that describes the war in such detail and over such a long period," Jünger's biographer Helmuth Kiesel, who arranged its transcription and publication, told SPIEGEL ONLINE. "All other diaries are usually far shorter and span just a few weeks or months."

That is because the average infantryman had a slim chance of surviving even one year intact, let alone the entire conflict. And most weren't inclined to relive the misery of life in the trenches by writing it down, day after day, in anatomical detail.

Jünger, 19 at the outbreak of the war, joined up immediately, like millions of young men across Europe who thought it would be a quick adventure. But while the dreadful reality of the fighting quickly cooled most men's ardour, Jünger appears to have been gripped throughout by a glowing fascination for war as trial by combat.

"And still, the heroic, grand impression given by this endless passage of death uplifts and strengthens us survivors. As strange as it may sound, here you become reacquainted with ideals, the total devotion to an ideal right up to the gruesome death in battle," he wrote on July 3, 1916.

On Sept. 3 of that year, after he had been wounded the second time, by shrapnel in his left leg, he wrote: "I have witnessed much in this greatest war but the goal of my war experience, the storming attack and the clash of infantry, has been denied me so far (...) Let this wound heal and let me get back out, my nerves haven't had enough yet!"

On June 19, 1917, after leading a dangerous patrol into no man's land, he writes: "To be a leader with a clear head in such moments is to resemble God. Few are chosen."

Miraculous Luck

Most people would deem his attitude hopelessly conceited and even insane. Kiesel said Jünger may have written those words because he wanted to be remembered as a hero if he was killed -- but also because he was bent on retaining a sense of individual worth in a mechanized war of massive artillery bombardments in which the individual counted for nothing.

Jünger, who won the Iron Cross and Prussia's highest military award, the "Pour le Merite," took part in the battle of the Somme in 1916 and fought at Ypres in 1917, as well as at Artois and in Champagne. He spent almost three years in the trenches in the bloody triangle between the north-eastern French towns of Arras, Albert and Cambrai on the Western Front. He was promoted to lieutenant in November 1915.

"It's the war experience of a hard-as-nails storm troop leader," historian Gerd Krumeich, one of the authors of the book "National Socialism and the First World War," told SPIEGEL ONLINE.

Jünger was as lucky as he was courageous. It is almost miraculous that he wasn't killed or crippled. The diary is filled with near misses such as dud shells landing next to him, live ones exploding where he had stood just a minute before and shell splinters whizzing between his legs or around his ears.

He was hit by 14 projectiles, only three of which came from indiscriminate artillery fire. The other eleven - rifle bullets and hand grenade splinters -- were directed at him personally by British or French troops. His company of the 73rd Hanoverian infantry regiment was almost completely wiped out on two occasions. When he was wounded the last time at Cambrai, two men who tried to carry him to safety on their backs were killed with shots to the head.

Gung-Ho Approach Contrasts With Most WWI Authors

Jünger's approach is in stark contrast with most other prominent portrayals of World War I. German writer Erich Maria Remarque and British authors such as Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Robert Graves or Edmund Blunden depicted it as an unmitigated disaster for the men who fought in it and for the whole of mankind. Blunden described the battle of Passchendaele as "murder, not only to the troops but to their singing faiths and hopes."

Jünger's account is matched, at least in length of war service, by the British private Francis Philip Woodruff, whose memoir "Old Soldiers Never Die" written under the pseudonym Frank Richards was first published in 1933. Woodruff served the entire war as an infantryman on the Western front, from August 1914 until the Armistice, without serious injury. He said he had pulled off a "twenty thousand to one chance."

Paradoxically, Jünger's enthusiasm makes his diary dramatically effective as an anti-war book because he describes death and destruction with relentless precision. He documented events with the same scientific dedication he showed in his other passion of collecting beetles. In his determination to leave nothing out, he also conveys how soldiers became numb to the death around them and to the suffering of others in this first modern war of constant artillery barrages, gas attacks, machine guns and tanks.

"This afternoon I found two fingers still attached to the metacarpal bone near the latrine of the Altenburg fortress," wrote Jünger on Oct. 17, 1915. "I picked them up and had the tasteful idea of having them worked into a cigarette holder. But there was still greenish-white decomposed flesh between the joints (...) so I decided not to."

The diaries are filled with references to wild drinking parties and accounts of weeks spent in wet, cold trenches under constant shellfire. He describes the most horrific wounds with a dispassionate eye, and shows how death in the trenches from a sniper's bullet or a stray shell becomes so commonplace that soldiers don't let it interrupt their card game for long.


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