World War I – Behind Enemy Lines.- The Drummond Sisters- 16.

The Drummond sisters were born and raised on the Clarence River in Australia.

Early in the 20th Century they lived in Berlin, Germany, and worked for the opera company there, for many years.

When war broke out in 1914, they were ‘trapped’ for some time – Behind Enemy Lines. This is their story, in their own words.

Losing Hope

‘Lute’ continues the sisters’ story of their plight of being – Behind Enemy Lines

Saturday, August 29, 1914

We’ve given up all hope. Nothing short of a miracle can save Paris now. The Germans have simply carried all before them, from Antwerp to the borders of Switzerland. French, English, Belgians completely defeated in all directions, and the Russians too, are getting now their daily portion. It takes one’s breath away to read of the rapidity and thoroughness of all their doings. Now their great desire is to get to either Antwerp or Calais and from there let “Zeppelin” loose on England.their terrible gun, that with one shot knocks a whole fort into ruins, terrifies me. Who and what can withstand it? The people say that the War Ministry wouldn’t buy it from the Krupps on account of the difficulty of transport – three engines to move it – so this inhuman machine was sent along by Krupps’ firm itself, manned by their own men, who alone understood the functions of this deadly monster.

Every day, with brilliant monotony, the extraordinaries are cast broad-shed through the streets, with glowing lines of brilliant successes. It must be too wonderful for the people.

Yesterday I paid a visit to Elizabeth Rotten, and the whole way I heard nothing but newspaper men crying out “complete defeat of the English Army” (Total Mederlage de Englische Armee.) What will Kitchener think?

And Belgium, beaten and occupied, and branded all over Germany as the home of beasts and monsters? Poor Belgium, we feel sorrier for it than words can tell. Trusting in the might of France and England and left alone to face the brunt of a huge German Army. Its fate is too terrible.

Prince Rupprecht of Baravia lost his eldest son, quite suddenly on Thursday. He caught diphtheria and succumbed before one knew he was ill. He was only thirteen, and very promising. Now the little chap who stood on his head inherits. He is the only surviving child.

Miss Waller came in on Thursday. She had been to a service in the Dome, where the refugees from East Prussia were having special prayers. She said it was very impressive. The Crown Princess was there, and the Royal Chaplain, himself a native of these Provinces, as well as all present, quite broke down in the midst of the ceremony. These poor peasants are quite homeless, but the city is providing food, lodging and comforts. Today the Russians have been beaten out of East Prussia. I suppose General Hindenburg drowned them all in that frightful mud and water set for them.

The Germans lost their first man-of-war this week, and the Russians were the heroes of this event. A beautiful “In Memoriam” to its memory appeared in the papers. Its heroic end was described etc. Of course, the Russians weren’t given any credit. The boat simply sacrificed itself by running on a bank, then “the numerically superior” enemy simply rushed in on its wounded prey, like ‘hungry hyaenas.’ Miss Hilder’s contract at Elberfield was declared invalid, owing to her English birth, and Jean also received notice that Barmen was not likely to be opened this season. The manager doesn’t quite know Jean’s nationality – they can’t distinguish between Australian, British, Americans

The women can’t be cured of their interest in the foreign captive officers. They were actually asking these broken-up prisoners for postcard autographs. Very stringent rules are being issued to cure these silly women.

To be continued


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