The "Raging Reporter" on the Front Lines of the First World War

April 4, 2014 Topic: HistoryMedia Region: AustriaCzech RepublicHungarySerbia

The "Raging Reporter" on the Front Lines of the First World War

Inside the bloody diaries of Egon Erwin Kisch.

“‘Who saw them shooting?”

‘The Captain and ten men.”

“Did they see it for sure?”


The five peasants immediately had to get on their knees behind a bank, and the bullets of a squad banged against them. The youngest looked barely fifteen years of age.


The date in the diary is Sunday, August 16, 1914. The attack on Serbia by Austro-Hungarian forces had only commenced four days previously. The keeper of the diary was 29 years old Egon Erwin Kisch , an Austrian soldier in the 11th Imperial and Royal Infantry Regiment. He noted this execution prosaically as he also noted that on the same day an ensign in the regiment, befallen by raving madness, had to be disarmed and restrained en masse , spewing white foam and screaming: “Here are the Serbian Dogs!” On that Sunday he additionally observed an Austrian gunner tearing off his clothes while rabidly screaming—“psychological casualties,” the diarist dryly noted of these events.

The diary first published in an abbreviated version in 1922 under the title A Soldier in the Prague Corps and in its entirety in 1929, entitled Kisch, write that down, Kisch! (republished in a new German edition, February 2014), is one of the most unsparing and brutally honest battlefield accounts of the First World War. Egon Erwin Kisch’s background as a journalist and investigative reporter made him an astute observer of what Wilfred Owen called “the pity of war” and a sober raconteur of the banality of army life. His post-war fame as the “ Raging Reporter ” was already pre-shadowed by his perceptive observations of military propaganda, the social and ethnic hierarchy of the old Austria, and the overall war effort of the Central Powers.

Prior to the war, Kisch had already made a name as a local reporter in his native Prague with revealing accounts of the lower classes and stories on everyday city life for the German-language daily, Bohemia. His gained widest acclaim when he helped uncover the infamous attempts by the government to cover up the espionage activities of Austrian Colonel Redl, a spy who revealed secrets to various foreign governments.

It was also Colonel Redl who was partially responsible for the misery of Kisch and his Czech regiment, the Prague Army Corps, and the entire Austro-Hungarian Army in August of 1914. Redl sold Austria’s top secret mobilization and deployment plans to the Russians, who in turn shared the documents with their Serbian brethren with devastating effect—the old peacetime army of the empire was essentially wiped out in its entirety by the end of that same year.

The Serbian campaign of 1914, the opening shot of the First World War, was marked by immense brutality from both warring parties, with thousands of maimed and disfigured military and civilian casualties in the first few days of the war. The banal Austrian propaganda rhyme “Serbien Muss Sterbien!” (Serbia must die!) was characteristic of the simple but ruthless attitude of many soldiers engaged fighting in the Balkans (Serbia would loose 60 percent of its male population during the war). In the midst of this murderous cauldron, Corporal Egon Erwin Kisch tried to faithfully document the punitive expedition of Austria against the “Serbian mutton thieves” as the Austro-Hungarian propaganda referred to the inhabitants of the South Slavic Kingdom. Later he would chronicle the war on the Eastern Front against the Czarist Empire.

The fact that Kisch was constantly scribbling away did not go unnoticed among his fellow soldiers. As Kisch states: “When a comrade was killed in action, and all praised him, then they told me: ‘He was a fine fellow. Write that down Kisch!’ When one received his rum ration, or someone went to the latrine: ‘Napis to Kischi!’” (Kisch served in a regiment that was composed of 80 percent Czech and 20 percent Austro-German soldiers—not unusual for an army that comprised eleven different nationalities, hence the request in the Czech language.)

The time span of the diary is only a few months (July 1914–March 1915), yet he manages to paint a vivid picture of the cataclysmic events unfolding around him. In one instance he comments on the aloofness of the aristocratic officers: “One believes to be strolling on the Grabenpromenade in Prague. In front of the Corps Headquarters and the hotel you could see almost all members of the Bohemian aristocracy: Lobkowitz, Schoenborn, Thun, Windischgraetz, Schwarzenberg, Lazansky, Kolowrat, Ringhoffer.” He almost callously describes reprisals: “They hanged the station master, because he signaled to the Serbs the departure of the trains.” He describes the burial of fellow soldiers: “Yesterday, Lieutenant Dr. Thorsch was buried, today Colonel Bischitzky and Ensign Ferda were interred . . . one did not even bother to look at the ensign’s dog tag on which one could have read that he was of the Mosaic faith, in which case they would probably would not have put a cross on his grave.” He tells of the the sight of a mortally wounded friend: “Ensign Frank is carried past me on a stretcher, shot in the gut. I approach him: ‘Greet Prague for me’—‘I will not make it to Prague,’ he sighs.” He observes the absurd horrors of war: “I am in charge of a patrol to our neighboring company on our left and ask a private for directions . . . almost simultaneously soil bolts into my mouth and my eyes. When I am able to see again, I see the carcass of the private on the ground, blood is splattering out of his neck. The grenade cut through his head into the soil, a dud.”