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Like other soldiers on both sides, Canadian soldiers lived
and died in these trenches. They were both home and graveyard. Here,
they joked with their comrades, wrote letters home, slept, ate, played
cards, faced their fears, and dared to dream of better days. In cold,
wet weather, the trenches were transformed into sodden mud holes. Insects
and rats were everywhere. The smell of human waste, decaying bodies,
and garbage was often unbearable. Soldiers could go for weeks without
a chance to bathe. Keeping dry was impossible because of the rain and
mud. In such horrendous conditions, even small wounds could become dangerously
infected. Trench foot, a painful disorder caused by consistent wet and
cold, was common. In many cases, amputation was the only treatment.
Clothes became lice-infested. And the food, generally bread and corned
beef, was monotonous.
Soldiers could hear their enemies in the opposing trenches,
which heightened their terror, already at a high level because of artillery
attacks. Night raids, a Canadian Corps trade-mark skill passed on to
other allied armies, meant savage hand-to-hand combat where picks and
clubs rather than rifles and bayonets were the weapon of norm.
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First-Line Hospital, n.d.
The Canadian Army Medical Corps tried
to help the wounded in front-line "hospitals." Here, a medic
attends to the wounded as stretcher-bearers return from the front with
a new group of battle casualties. The great plume of smoke shows just
how close the hospital is to the front lines.
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