Germans introduced gas to the Western Front on April 22, 1915, in an attack against
British trenches at Ypres. Within 10 minutes, 5,000 had died while 5,000 more were
wounded. Surprised by the success of the gas, the Germans failed to occupy the abandoned
British trenches. Both sides utilized different types of gas thereafter, with limited
success. During the war, about 30,000 died from gas attacks.
time after experiencing the gas attack, Empey was wounded in the face and left shoulder
during a raid on German trenches. He was mustered out of the British Army and returned to
his native New Jersey.
|| The First World War saw the introduction of many new
technologies to the art of killing one's enemy: the machine gun, the tank, the airplane,
the zeppelin, and gas to name a few. Among these, gas was probably the crudest, certainly
the most capricious - a change in wind direction could spell disaster.
Initially, gas cylinders were simply placed along the front lines facing the enemy
trenches. Once the wind was deemed favorable, the cylinders were opened and the gas
floated with the breeze, carrying death to the enemy. Later, gas was packed into artillery
shells and delivered behind enemy lines. No matter the method of delivery, its impact
could produce hell on earth. Chlorine and phosgene gases attacked the lungs ripping the
very breath out of its victims. Mustard gas was worse. At least a respirator provided some
defense against the chlorine and phosgene gases. Mustard gas attacked the skin - moist
skin such as the eyes, armpits, and groin. It burned its way into its victim leaving
searing blisters and unimaginable pain.
First introduced by the Germans, gas warfare
was soon embraced by all the combatants. By the end of the war, one in four of the
artillery shells fired on the Western Front contained gas.
Over The Top
Arthur Empey was an American living in New Jersey when war
consumed Europe in 1914. Enraged by the sinking of the Lusitania and loss of the
lives of American passengers, he expected to join an American army to combat the Germans.
When America did not immediately declare war, Empey boarded a ship to England, enlisted in
the British Army (a violation of our neutrality law, but no one seemd to mind) and was
soon manning a trench on the front lines.
Emprey survived his experience and published his recollections in 1917. We join his
story after he has been made a member of a machine gun crew and sits in a British trench
peering towards German lines. Conditions are perfect for an enemy gas attack - a slight
breeze blowing from the enemy's direction - and the warning has been passed along to be on
"We had a new man at the periscope, on this afternoon in question; I was sitting
on the fire step, cleaning my rifle, when he called out to me: 'There's a sort of
greenish, yellow cloud rolling along the ground out in front, it's coming ---'
But I waited for no more, grabbing my bayonet, which was detached from the rifle, I
gave the alarm by banging an empty shell case, which was hanging near the periscope. At
the same instant, gongs started ringing down the trench, the signal for Tommy to don his
respirator, or smoke helmet, as we call it.
Gas travels quietly, so you must not lose any time; you generally have about eighteen
or twenty seconds in which to adjust your gas helmet.
A gas helmet is made of cloth, treated with chemicals. There are
two windows, or glass eyes, in it, through which you can see. Inside there is a
rubber-covered tube, which goes in the mouth. You breathe through your nose; the gas,
passing through the cloth helmet, is neutralized by the action of the chemicals. The foul
air is exhaled through the tube in the mouth, this tube being so constructed that it
prevents the inhaling of the outside air or gas. One helmet is good for five hours of the
strongest gas. Each Tommy carries two of them slung around his shoulder in a waterproof
canvas bag. He must wear this bag at all times, even while sleeping. To change a defective
helmet, you take out the new one, hold your breath, pull the old one off, placing the new
one over your head, tucking in the loose ends under the collar of your tunic.
For a minute, pandemonium reigned in our trench, - Tommies adjusting their helmets,
bombers running here and there, and men turning out of the dugouts with fixed bayonets, to
man the fire step.
Reinforcements were pouring out of the communication trenches.
Our gun's crew was busy mounting the machine gun on the parapet and bringing up extra
ammunition from the dugout.
gas is heavier than air and soon fills the trenches and dugouts, where it has been known
to lurk for two or three days, until the air is purified by means of large chemical
sprayers. We had to work quickly, as Fritz generally follows the gas with an infantry
attack. A company man on our right was too slow in getting on his helmet; he sank to the
ground, clutching at his throat, and after a few spasmodic twistings, went West (died). It
was horrible to see him die, but we were powerless to help him. In the corner of a
traverse, a little, muddy cur dog, one of the company's pets, was lying dead, with his two
paws over his nose.
It's the animals that suffer the most, the horses, mules, cattle, dogs, cats, and rats,
they having no helmets to save them. Tommy does not sympathize with rats in a gas attack.
At times, gas has been known to travel, with dire results, fifteen miles behind the
A gas, or smoke helmet, as it is called, at the best is a vile-smelling thing, and it
is not long before one gets a violent headache from wearing it.
Our eighteen-pounders were bursting in No Man's Land, in an effort, by the artillery,
to disperse the gas clouds.
The fire step was lined with crouching men, bayonets fixed, and bombs near at hand to
repel the expected attack.
Our artillery had put a barrage of curtain fire on the German lines, to try and break
up their attack and keep back reinforcements.
I trained my machine gun on their trench and its bullets were raking the parapet. Then
over they came, bayonets glistening. In their respirators, which have a large snout in
front, they looked like some horrible nightmare.
along our trench, rifles and machine guns spoke, our shrapnel was bursting over their
heads. They went down in heaps, but new ones took the place of the fallen. Nothing could
stop that mad rush. The Germans reached our barbed wire, which had previously been
demolished by their shells, then it was bomb against bomb, and the devil for all.
Suddenly, my head seemed to burst from a loud 'crack' in my ear. Then my head began to
swim, throat got dry, and a heavy pressure on the lungs warned me that my helmet was
leaking. Turning my gun over to No. 2, I changed helmets.
The trench started to wind like a snake, and sandbags appeared to be floating in the
air. The noise was horrible; I sank onto the fire step, needles seemed to be pricking my
flesh, then blackness.
I was awakened by one of my mates removing my smoke helmet. How delicious that cool,
fresh air felt in my lungs.
A strong wind had arisen and dispersed the gas.
They told me that I had been 'out' for three hours; they thought I was dead.
The attack had been repulsed after a hard fight. Twice the Germans had
gained a foothold in our trench, but had been driven out by counter- attacks. The trench
was filled with their dead and ours. Through a periscope, I counted eighteen dead Germans
in our wire; they were a ghastly sight in their horrible-looking respirators.
I examined my first smoke helmet, a bullet had gone through it on the left side, just
grazing my ear, the gas had penetrated through the hole made in the cloth.
Out of our crew of six, we lost two killed and two wounded.
That night we buried all of the dead, excepting those in No Man's Land. In death there
is not much distinction, friend and foe are treated alike.
After the wind had dispersed the gas, the R. A. M. C. got busy with their chemical
sprayers, spraying out the dugouts and low parts of the trenches to dissipate any fumes of
the German gas which may have been lurking in same."
Empey, Arthur Guy, Over The Top (1917); Lloyd, Alan, The War In The
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