Memoirs of an Infantry Officer by Siegfried Sassoon

Memoirs of an Infantry Officer is the second in Siegfried Sassoon’s trilogy of loosely fictionalised memoirs. He signed up to be an Officer just before WW1 was declared and was given a ‘safe’ job behind the front line, but was not content to take a back seat. At the end of Memoirs of a Fox Hunting Man, we see George Sherston, Sassoon’s alter ego, become an Officer in the trenches, and this is where Memoirs of an Infantry Officer picks up, in 1916. The action has started to heat up, and there are murmurings of a ‘big push’ in the near future. However, this fails to materialise for quite some time, and so most days in Sherston’s battalion are not particularly exciting, and are marked more by a sense of boredom and annoyance at being stuck in muddy, smelly and unpleasant trenches with nothing in particular to do than any military action. Much of the work, such as mending wire, sandbagging, building and repairing walls and dugouts and sentry duty happened under the cover of darkness. As such, days on end were spent hanging about, waiting for something to happen.

When things do start to hot up, there is a real sense of tension, foreboding and frustration amongst the men and the officers. Β Orders are never clear, and are usually contradictory. The battalion are constantly made to risk their lives on small skirmishes and missions to capture trenches that have no real purpose and just result in needless deaths and injuries. George and his fellow officers frequently know they are being forced to go on suicide missions, but they are powerless to do anything about it and so just accept that they are part of the machine that is war and have to play their role just like everyone else, come what may. It is fascinating how Sassoon portrays the rather fatalistic attitude of the men; for many there was no sense of anger at the position they had been placed in, just sadness and acceptance.

The majority of soldiers seem to have accepted that they probably weren’t going to make it through the war alive, and took it in their stride, believing that they were making a noble sacrifice and would do their best no matter what risk to their own lives. The all pervading sense of honour and the expectation that every man would ‘do their bit’ meant that there were very few displays of cowardice or nerves, all things considered. The men were dished out their rum rations, wished each other good luck, and went over the top with as good a grace as they could muster, usually laughing and joking as they went. Sassoon’s descriptions of Sherston’s feelings of nerves before battles are just so understatedly moving; he knows he has no choice but to go, but he is terrified at the thought of dying, of becoming one of those groaning men writhing around on No Man’s Land. With a characteristic touch of humour, Sherston observes: ‘Late that night I was lying in the tent with The Return of the Native on my knee….How were things going at Bazentin, I wondered? And should I be sent for tomorrow? A sort of numb funkiness invaded me. I didn’t want to die – not before I’d finished The Return of the Native, anyhow.’ Life became reduced to the basics; pleasure in simple things, with every day without a battle, every day without being forced into danger, able to relax, read, chat, and just rest in the knowledge that today you could be safe, becoming the most enormous gift. What a world to be thrown into. And yet this existence became disturbingly normal after a time, and even enjoyable; during his leaves home Sherston began to long to be back in the trenches with his men, as this was where he had come to belong.

When Sherston is injured during a battle, he is sent home to recuperate, and gets to spend time luxuriating in a bright and flower filled officer’s hospital, and then the home of an elderly Lord and Lady in the Sussex countryside. While he recovers, Sherston is infuriated by the ignorance shown by the general public towards what is really happening at the front, and their lack of anger at the waste of life. Having witnessed the blunders and ill advised orders of office bound superiors anxious to make names for themselves by bringing about a ‘good show’, Sherston knows just how pointless much of the action is, and he also knows how many lies were being printed in the newspapers. Seeing his friends reduced to names in casualty lists and the frivolity and idealism of the clueless civilians at home sends Sherston into a total about-face in his previously rather conventional and patriotic public schoolboy attitude towards the war. Why should all these men like him be forced to live in trenches and risk their lives every day for a country of people who were living the life of riley just miles from the front line? Profiteers were drinking champagne and eating lobsters in fancy hotels while the men at the front hunched over chipped mugs of lukewarm tea and ate tinned stew in dugouts that smelled of decomposing bodies. Where was the justice, where was the glory, in that? Sherston decides that he is not going back; he is going to make a stand. But will anyone actually listen to what he has to say?

I love Siegfried Sassoon’s writing; he is so warm, engaging, humorous and self deprecating. He makes it clear that Sherston’s experiences are not representative of everyone’s, and he is very aware of his own privilege as an Officer rather than a Private. He doesn’t consider himself to have been brave – more reckless than anything – and the pain of the many losses of friends he experienced and the horror of what he saw is raw and moving without needing to be shocking or sensationalised. The slow emergence of his doubt and anger towards the war is fascinating to read; while he is part of the machine, Sherston never questions why he is there or whether it is right for him to be shooting at other men. This echoes Graves’ account in Goodbye to All That. The war became a strange, self contained world where the primary motivator was survival, not ideals. However, once Sherston has a chance to reflect and has been disillusioned by spending time with seemingly ungrateful civilians, he begins to break free of the unquestioning bonds of loyalty and honour that have been drummed into him from his youth, and think for himself. Is there ever a right or a wrong when you are looking another human being in the eyes with a gun in your hand? Is there such a thing as a ‘noble cause?’ Sassoon raises plenty of questions without being hectoring or didactic, and his honesty and openness are refreshing and enlightening to read. Memoirs don’t get better than this; for a gripping and human account of what it was really like to live through war, you have to read Sassoon’s writing. I loved every minute, and am already looking forward to the third instalment.


  1. Mystica says:

    New for me. Thanks for the introduction.

    1. bookssnob says:

      I’m glad to have introduced you to such a brilliant book, Mystica!

  2. Alex says:

    I’ve meant to read this ever since I read Pat Barker’s ‘Regeneration’ which, of course, deals with the hospital to which Sassoon was sent. Typically, I’ve never got round to it. Thank you for the prompt. I’ll move it up the pile.

    1. bookssnob says:

      I have never read Regeneration, Alex, and I am keen to now I have read both Graves and Sassoon. You must read this – it’s truly excellent!

  3. Lucy says:

    I’m not usually drawn to war literature, but this sounds like an eye-opening, compelling read. I’m interested in the everyday life of soldiers, what it was really like to be there, and especially how they adapted to such conditions mentally. It’s incredible how the human mind can normalize such a terrifying and dehumanizing situation. It’s also interesting to track how his views changed and to think about the questions you mentioned.

    On a different note, I checked out the University of York and the program looks great; however, they just stopped accepting applications for 2012 from international students (on May 21st!). I’m just a little bit too late! So I will keep my fingers crossed for the University of Nottingham πŸ™‚

    1. bookssnob says:

      I think you’d definitely enjoy this Lucy, if that is what you are interested in- Sassoon’s account especially is very much of the humdrum of life as a soldier as well as the battles and the emotional torment that precedes and follows them. It’s so well written. I can’t recommend it more highly!

      Oh what a shame! It might be worth getting in touch with them and checking whether that was an absolute deadline – international students are a goldmine for UK universities so they are usually keen to bend the rules!

      Good luck with it all! If I can help with anything please do get in touch. πŸ™‚

  4. You’ve written another compelling review, Rachel, and another book becomes penned onto my list. It seems we never learn when it comes to war and lives are lost or forever changed with the masses not ever really understanding, doesn’t it? I’m eager to read your assessment of the third installment.

    I enjoyed your accounting of your return to Bronte country, Rachel. I’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t had time until now to let you know it. Someday, I do hope to visit. Until I do, please keep up your writings of your travels.

    1. bookssnob says:

      Thank you Penny, and I’m glad this one has made it onto your list. It’s such a brilliant book and yes it does make you think how sad and frustrating it is that so many people have suffered and died and yet still wars continue. They never achieve anything!

      Oh thanks Penny – i hope you will get to go and see it for yourself one day. It is truly magnificent. Don’t worry, I will – I have many more adventures planned for the summer! πŸ™‚

  5. Darlene says:

    Echoing lifeonthecutoff’s comment about Bronte country, Rachel. The garden has made its own call to action and is taking up the little bit of spare time we have each day, at least until things are all planted.
    I have been in the mood for non-fiction lately…funny, sunshine and warm temperatures don’t usually do that to most people. These books must be difficult to read at times but if young men and women have lived through the horror then the least we can do is read their words.

    1. bookssnob says:

      I wish I had a garden to take up all my time, Darlene! I hope you are enjoying getting ready for the summer! I think so too – they might not always be easy or light hearted reads, but they deserve to be read, and thought about, and learned from.

  6. Jenny says:

    I always have excellent intentions for a reading project in which I read all of Pat Barker and all of Sassoon. IT WILL HAPPEN. I just haven’t decided in what order it will all happen. Once that tiny detail gets ironed out I will embark on this project! Rachel I will.

    1. bookssnob says:

      Jenny you need to make it happen! I know you’ll love Sassoon and he’ll become your new crush! I promise! πŸ™‚

  7. Col says:

    After you reviewed Sassoon’s “Memoirs Of A Fox Hunting Man” I added it to my list of books to find and read in the future. I would have stopped there initially I think, but your review of this second instalment is just so sharp, informative and compelling, it sounds like another special reading experience that I want to track down – hence another for the list!

    1. bookssnob says:

      I’m glad I’ve convinced you to add this to the list, Col! Read it sooner rather than later!!

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