Michael A. O'Neill


Hello and welcome to my bookshop. I’m a writer and translator, activities I developed as a producer/director and scriptwriter of historical TV documentaries. On this special interest site of, predominantly, translated German WWI  diaries, letters and eyewitness reports, you will also discover a few other unusual biographies lurking here and there that I find are stories worth being told.

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Dying for the Kaiser

These personal stories and photos from the frontlines are painful and sad, wistful or grim, full of hope or fear; they are all the voices of a destroyed future that is now our past, returned after 100 years to warn the present that having forgotten their pleas and sacrifices it is condemned to harm the future.

“What’s the use of calling the stretcher bearers to bring him to the dressing station? He can no longer be saved; a funny, courageous, powerful man, one of many – oh, amongst how many! – has gone over to the other side with love for his mother on his pale lips.”

The dramatic and thoughtful excerpts and photos are a reminder of what war was all about for the young German soldiers who marched to the frontlines and gave their lives for the Kaiser and their fatherland convinced of the rightness of their cause.

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Dimensions 16.7 × 3.8 × 24.2 cm

Michael A. O'Neill


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The book translations  on this site have been undertaken to preserve historical documents in the interest of public and academic research and knowledge. Thus the views expressed in the texts are not those of the translator or publisher, nor can the author or publisher guarantee the accuracy of the information contained in the texts.

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I felt a sharp pain in my thigh; a bayonet stab wound. My helmet and rifle had disappeared. The quiet whimpering of my comrades blended in with the heavy steps of enemy soldiers, who were, apparently, inspecting the battlefield. I, too, like the dead men around me, was turned onto my side, assumed to be dead, given a kick and left where I was.

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