Rose’s Notebook – April 6th, 1917

April 6, 1917,

Dear Diary,

There is news today that the United States has finally decided to enter the war. Although its troops may not be on the ground for weeks or months, many believe that this will be a turning point in the conflict.

I feel, at times, as if we are hoping against hope that some moment, some unique circumstance, will change the course of the war for the better. There have been unexpected developments as well as great personal losses in the world at large over the last few months, and it can sometimes be difficult to make sense of it all. Revisiting those key moments now, I might finally be gaining some perspective, but just recalling them makes me feel dizzy as I think about where I am headed next.

Where should I begin? I believe I must start with dear Elisabeth. After all of her kindness and understanding towards me, she received the most terrible news after our return from Germany in January: her son had been killed in battle.

Excerpt from Elisabeth Von Werdenberg’s diary

That was the moment that I truly understood the tragedy of war. Although an “enemy” soldier had been killed, I felt nothing but utter and complete sorrow. No propaganda in the world could make me cheer that loss. It was human life, gone in an instant, and it was heartbreaking. It was then that she began to make preparations to head to Switzerland. She was able to secure me passage, but we would not be able to travel together. In late February, I said goodbye, hoping that we would see each other again, but fearing we might not.

After arriving in Geneva, life became, dare I say, easy. Because of Switzerland’s immunity, the city was a hotbed for journalists camped out with the Red Cross and other aid organizations. I must admit, it was my first time speaking to a journalist from France face-to-face, and the sense of joy I felt using my native tongue was indescribable. One of the journalists here has spent the last few months travelling with the Russian troops along the Eastern Front. He told me a story about a soldier named Vassili Godovkin, who spent almost three years in a prisoner-of-war camp in East Prussia .

Prisoners of War in East Prussia

When he was finally able to escape, he returned to a Russia that was in disarray. Thanks to my Russian contact, I was able to get news about the abdication of Tsar Nicholas II, and what is now known as “The Bolshevik Revolution.”

It was almost too difficult to believe that in the middle of such a violent war, Russia was in the midst of a civil war of its own…

At the end of March, a beautiful miracle! Elisabeth and I are able to make contact in Geneva. Although she is only staying for a few days, we are able to meet briefly in a small cafe. She is heading to Russia to meet with Vassili Godovkin, as there are rumours that Vladimir Ilich Ulianov, better known as Lenin, is travelling to Petrograd to speak to the people there.

Lenin Returns to Russia—April 3, 1917

I won’t be travelling with Elisabeth this time. Instead, I am going to make my way to Northern France where many of the most fearsome battles on the Western Front are taking place. Many valiant Canadians lost their lives near there in the battles of the Somme, in France and Ypres and Passchendaele, in Belgium, and I must believe that Victoria Crosses will be handed out to a number of our troops when all is said and done.

I have heard that there is a small group of journalists leaving tonight for the area around Vimy, where the entrenched Germans are giving our troops some trouble. In my chest, I can feel the beating of a proud Canadian heart. Hopefully I will be able to bear witness to even a small victory in this seemingly endless war. Regardless, I want to be there for whatever happens, because it is my duty, our duty, Diary, to record and memorialize the true Canadian experience. Without us, who will remember this in 100 years?

Thank you,

Rose