Cobbers remembered: Fromelles 19/06/1916

Darragh Christie, 19 June 2016 · # ·

The body of an Australian soldier killed in the German 2nd line, photographed by Hauptmann Eckart, intelligence officer of the 6th Bavarian Division. Image: AWM A01566

Stammering scores of German machine-guns spluttered violently, drowning the noise of the cannonade. The air was thick with bullets, swishing in a flat, criss-crossed lattice of death … The bullets skimmed low, from knee to groin, riddling the tumbling bodies before they touched the ground. Hundreds were mown down in the flicker of an eyelid, like great rows of teeth knocked from a comb … Men were cut in two by streams of bullets [that] swept like whirling knives … It was the Charge of the Light Brigade once more, but more terrible, more hopeless – magnificent, but not war – a valley of death filled by somebody’s blunder.

Private Jimmy Downing, 57th Battalion

Sugarloaf: no picnic

Men of the 53rd Battalion waiting to don their equipment for the attack at Fromelles. Only 3 of these men came out of the action alive, and all 3 were wounded. Image: AWM A03042

On the 19th of July 1916, the 5th Australian Division attacked entrenched German positions near the French town of Fromelles.

The AIF’s 1st battle for the on the Western Front has been described as the worst 24 hours in Australian military history.

One volunteer who experienced the horrors was W J A “Allan” Allsop. Allsop served as a stretcher bearer. His diary entries give a vivid, if brief account of the battle.

The total casualties numbered 7,800 out of no more than 12,000 troops if there were that many. More than the losses at the landing in Gallipoli, and one of the hardest fought fights in the war to date. Men who were in Gallipoli told me personally that Gallipoli was a picnic to it.1

The objective of 3 Australian Brigades was to overrun a network of trenches around the fortified "Sugarloaf” salient.

Manning this sector were regiments of the 6th Bavarian Division. They had destroyed 3 previous attempts by the British. Defensive lines of reinforced dugouts, concrete blockhouses, pillboxes, and breastworks overlooked the AIF’s 8th, 14th and 15th Divisions. German machine gun posts had set up well-prepared ‘kill zones.’ Surely the ‘Tommies’ would not attack here again?

Wretched, hybrid scheme

Imperial German Army sign board, taken from the roadside leading into Fromelles, opposite the trenches occupied by the 5th Australian Division. Image: AWM RELAWM07383

Fromelles was doomed plan from its very conception. Australian Brigadier General ‘Pompey’ Elliot called it “

a wretched, hybrid scheme.2

Sir Richard Haking, architect of the previous failed attempts had known Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig from their Staff College days. Haig admired ‘Dicky’ Haking’s theories of attacking the enemy with élan] However, he was not popular with soldiers or staff. His indifference to casualties and bullying, earned him the nick-name ‘Butcher’ Haking.

Haking was obsessed with capturing the Sugarloaf. Haig amended and signed off on Haking’s latest plan. On 1 proviso, adequate artillery support was provided. Haking brushed these concerns aside and pushed on.

A few officers spoke up. Pompey Elliot tried to warn Maj. Howard (on Haig’s staff) a catastrophe was about to unfold. Howard looking over no mans land admitted

It is going to be a holocaust.

Sadly, the attack went ahead. Of Elliot’s 887 men only 1 officer and 106 Diggers turned up for roll call the next day. He shook hands with the survivors as they returned, holding back tears.4

The stuff that men are made of

Reginald Hugh Knyvett, an intelligence officer attached to the 15th Battalion recorded,

The sight of our trenches that next morning is burned into my brain. Here and there a man could stand upright, but in most places if you did not wish to be exposed to a sniper’s bullet you had to progress on your hands and knees. In places the parapet was repaired with bodies—bodies that but yesterday had housed the personality of a friend by whom we had warmed ourselves. If you had gathered the stock of a thousand butcher-shops, cut it into small pieces and strewn it about, it would give you a faint conception of the shambles those trenches were …

Out in no man’s land –

There were men who were forty-eight hours without food or drink, without having their wounds dressed, knowing that the best they had to hope for was a bullet … again and again would they refuse to be taken until we should look to see if there was not some one alive in a neighboring shell-hole. They would tell us to “look in the drain, or among those bushes over there” … there were men there with legs off, and arms hanging by a skin, and men sightless, with half their face gone, with bowels exposed, and every kind of unmentionable wounds …

One of the most self-forgetful actions ever performed was by Sergeant Ross. We found a man on the German barbed wire, who was so badly wounded that when we tried to pick him up, one by the shoulders and the other by the feet, it almost seemed that we would pull him apart. The blood was gushing from his mouth, where he had bitten through lips and tongue, so that he might not jeopardize, by groaning, the chances of some other man who was less badly wounded than he. He begged us to put him out of his misery, but we were determined we would get him his chance, though we did not expect him to live. But the sergeant threw himself down on the ground and made of his body a human sledge. Some others joined us, and we put the wounded man on his back and dragged them thus across two hundred yards of No Man’s Land, through the broken barbed wire and shell-torn ground, where every few inches there was a piece of jagged shell, and in and out of the shell-holes. So anxious were we to get to safety that we did not notice the condition of the man underneath until we got into our trenches; then it was hard to see which was the worst wounded of the two. The sergeant had his hands, face, and body torn to ribbons, and we had never guessed it, for never once did he ask us to “go slow” or “wait a bit.”

Such is the stuff that men are made of.

Australian and German bodies in a portion of the German 2nd line held throughout the night by the 5th Australian Division. This image is one of a sequence taken by an unknown German officer that were given to Captain C Mills 31st Battalion AIF after the Armistice in 1918. A wounded Captain Mills had been captured by the Germans during the battle. Image: AWM A01562

What an insult!

British newspapers described the battle as ‘a raid.’ Allsop wasn’t impressed:

Whatever results were attained ours was the first Australian battle in France. Disgust and feelings of angry disappointment reigned for days afterwards when a report something like this appeared in the “Daily Mail”. “A raid was carried out south of Armentieres in which Australians took part. We captured 140 prisoners.” What an insult!8

General Haking in his official report falsely stated; that the German wire and defenses had been destroyed prior to the advance, and, the infantry had a “clear run” to the enemy trenches[!]:

With two trained divisions the position would have been a gift after the artillery bombardment.

Haking blamed the ‘newness’ Australian regiments for the attacks failing. He accused the British 61st Division for ‘not [being] sufficiently imbued with the offensive spirit.’9

Breathtakingly, he concluded

I think the attack, although it failed, has done both Divisions a great deal of good [author’s emphasis].

The Fromelles ‘diversion’ had failed. German reserves were not diverted from the Somme offensive. German High Command was not tricked into thinking the main British attack would fall on the Aubers ridge. In fact, Haking’s battle plans found on a dead officer shortly after the attack started, confirmed this.10

The 5th Australian Division suffered over 5,500 casualties, rendering it incapable of offensive action for many months. The British and Canadians didn’t get much further than their starting points and also suffered heavy casualties.

The Germans lost over 1,600 men. Corporal Adolf Hitler, a message runner with the 16th Bavarian Reserve was, unfortunately, not among the dead.

Dead soldiers on the left flank of the Australian position in the German 2nd line, photographed by a German soldier. Image: AWM A01555

The story continued…

1. Cobbers remembered: Fromelles 19/06/1916

2. Cobbers remembered: Allan Allsop’s ‘terrible night’

3. Cobbers remembered: Lost Diggers of the 53rd

4. Cobbers remembered: Mosman’s dead


1 W. J. A. Allsop diary, 2 July -13 September 1916. p 22, SLNSW – see also a browser for Allsop’s diaries

2 Lindsay, Patrick Fromelles : our darkest day. Richmond, VIC; Hardie Grant, 2016. p73

3 Ibid. p70

4 Ibid. p75

6 Barton, Peter The lost legions of Fromelles : the true story of the most dramatic battle in Australia’s history. Crows Nest, NSW; Allen & Unwin, 2014. p216

7 W. J. A. Allsop diary, 2 July -13 September 1916. p , SLNSW

8 Ibid

9 Lindsay, p.157

10 Barton, p251