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Who is that calling me Senor? A tall boy of twenty, deeply windburnt, with his clothes in rags, crouched over the fire shovelling a pannikinful of stew into himself at desperate speed; and all the while his eyes flitted nervously round the orweol of militiamen who stood watching him.

Orwell served as catwlunya private, a corporal cabo and—when the informal command structure of the militia gave way to a conventional hierarchy in May —as a lieutenant, on a provisional basis, [3] in Catalonia and Aragon from December until June In eighty nights I only took my clothes off three times, though I did occasionally manage to get them off in the daytime.

The weather was mostly clear and cold; sometimes sunny at midday, but always cold. We had just dumped catalunua kits and were crawling out of the dug-out when there was another bang and one of the children of our company rushed back from the parapet with his face pouring blood. It turned out that in the whole homenztge my section no one except myself even knew how to load the rifle, much less how to take aim.

He returned to fight but quickly shot in the throat. She certainly wasn’t mousey like she was once called.


For years past the so-called democratic countries had been surrendering to Fascism at every step. He vividly describes the experiences of war, with the cold, dirt, and lice, the inadequate weapons, and the idealistic but inexperienced soldiers, some of whom were children. The chapter ends with Orwell lamenting hoenatge even now he still is upset about losing the telescope. View all 6 comments. Orwell had been determined to leave the POUM, and confesses here that he “would have liked to join the Anarchists,” but instead sought a recommendation to join the International Columnso that he could go to the Madrid front.


In January Orwell’s centuria arrives in Alcubierrejust behind the line fronting Zaragoza.

Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell

The third part of the work concerns Orwell’s experience of being shot in the throat by a sniper when he returned to the Aragon front and the treatment he subsequently received for his injury. This was the common drill-ground of all the party militias, besides the Carabineros and the first contingents of the newly formed Popular Army.

But first things first. This is a mistake; Orwell only experienced a sliver of the war, and his understanding of the political situation was limited to the infighting between various leftist groups. Surely a real homenage to remove though? Later, in June, there was homenatgs disastrous attack on Huesca in which several thousand men were killed in a single day, but I had been wounded and disabled before that happened.

Where were the handsome bulls and the handsome bull-fighters now? It is based on class-loyalty, whereas the discipline of a bourgeois conscript army is based ultimately on fear. Practically everyone in the army wore corduroy knee-breeches. Get to Know Us. It was not ccatalunya the end of April that he was granted leave and was able to see his wife Eileen in Barcelona again. His ignorance of the wider picture while in Spain orwdll forgivable. Being unable to kill your enemy you shouted at him instead.

Orwell and Eileen returned to England. And in the darkness the raw recruits were always firing at catalujya another. For this sector of the front the entire artillery consisted of four trench-mortars with fifteen rounds for each gun.

Didn’t know that Willy Brandt had been in this war. On the surface the quarrel between the Communists and the P.

This is not Orwell’s fault because he explains it about as clearly as it could be explained. If they had not acted spontaneously and more or less independently it is quite conceivable that Franco would never have been resisted. I wondered if to some foreign readers he seemed to go on about England and Englishness too much, but to me it seems a necessary part of his exploration of why he finds things different, and of how he works out how to behave and survive under these conditions.

The revolutionary purism of the P. When you have had a glimpse of such a disaster as this – and however it ends, the Spanish war wil turn out to have been an appalling disaster, quite apart from the slaugher and physical suffering – the result is not necessarily disillusionment and cynicism.


George Orwell’s Spanish civil war memoir is a classic, but is it bad history?

For three hours we strutted to and fro the Spanish marching step is very short and rapidthen we halted, broke the ranks, and flocked thirstily to a little grocer’s shop which was half-way down the hill and was doing a roaring trade in cheap wine. Tipping was forbidden by law; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy.

When the fighting broke cataluyna on 18 July it is probable that every anti-Fascist in Europe felt a thrill of hope.

Ammunition was so scarce that each man entering the line was only issued with fifty rounds, and most of it was exceedingly bad. The workers’ militias, hurriedly raised by the trade unions at the beginning of the war, had not yet been organized on an ordinary army basis.

Sometimes there were shrieking winds that tore your cap off and twisted your hair in all directions, sometimes there were mists that poured into the trench like a liquid and seemed to penetrate your bones; frequently it rained, and even a quarter of an hour’s rain was enough to make conditions intolerable.

The hills opposite us were grey and wrinkled like the skins of elephants.

In case I have not said this somewhere earlier in the book I will say it now: At the last moment Williams’s wife came rushing down the platform and gave us a bottle of wine and a foot of that bright red sausage which tastes of soap and gives you diarrhoea. Apart from myself there was only one Englishman homsnatge the barracks, and nobody even among the officers spoke a word of French.